#sometimes i forget her dolly shoes

[miguxadraws]

May I please request some art of a tiny (or tinier) Pomni and mormal sized Ragatha together? Please? *Blinks my beautiful eyes with lovely long lashes twice.*

the tiniest

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Demon Adventures

| None of these are in any sort of order, they just all take place after Demon Shit at different times. 

Trying to go on a date with Tomura <3 [NSFW]

- Warnings: blood, some gore, tomura being gross in public

Your head rested against Tomura’s shoulder, his fingers gently gliding over the soft skin of your jaw as you slept. Your body was stretched across his, legs strewn over Keigo’s beside him. The blonde stroked up and down your shin, nearly asleep himself. Rain tapped against the windows and the sound of thunder rolled in the distance. The sky was always cloudy in the pocket, apparently something Dabi and Tomura preferred.

You stirred, yawning and burying your face further in his white hair and unconsciously giving his rough skin a few light kisses. You cupped his face, stroking your thumb along his cheek and over some of the more textured parts of his face. He hummed and pulled you a little closer, fully waking you up.

You looked over at Keigo just as he finished drifting off, his breathing heavy and his head leaned far back against the couch. Tomura stifled a laugh as he gave a little snore. You pulled your legs off his lap, settling fully into Tomura’s.

“We should do something fun,” he said after a pause, “Let’s go out. Like those dates Dabi and Keigo take you on in the human world.” You perked up, nodding enthusiastically as he pulled you off him and toward the door, nearly forgetting you needed shoes. He hurriedly stuck them on your feet and secured them, slinging his jacket over your head as you went out into the rain.

Tomura usually preferred playing videogames while you kept his cock warm and the two of you ate ramen – his with no flavor packet and unsalted butter. You didn’t mind, happy to spend time with him, but the opportunity to go out had you bouncing excitedly beside him as you stepped through the door attached to the pocket’s fake shed.

You’d gotten used to going through the portals in and out of the human world and smaller pockets, so it didn’t phase you at all when you stepped through with him. He pulled his jacket on and guided you through the store exit into the street. You slipped your hand into his and he grinned widely at you.

“What are we going to do?” you asked, excitedly gripping his hand. He pursed his lips in thought for a moment.

“What do you normally do with the others?” You felt blood rush into your face.

“Ah, well, usually we get food or something,” you paused, growing more flustered, “And sometimes they take me to a love hotel or somewhere private. Oh! And sometimes there’s festivals and stuff around and we get to go.” He quirked an eyebrow at you,

“What’s a love hotel?” You nearly choked at the question. He looked at you expectantly, giving your hand a little squeeze to ensure he still had your attention.

“Uh… It’s a place you can stay for a few hours with a bedroom and bath and stuff,” you explained, fidgeting a little, “It’s mostly for couples. You know, to be alone,” you trailed off, hoping he’d get the message. He shook his head and said it sounded stupid, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck before you could question it.

“Why would I need that when I can take you wherever I want?” He licked a long strip up your neck, making you shudder and clutch at his shoulders, trying to gently get him to stop as people started staring.

“Tomura, please-” you stifled a moan as he latched onto your sweet spot, suckling your flesh and pulling at the buttons on your dress with no regard for your protests, “N-not here, ah, there’s people watching,” you frantically whispered, still trying to coax him off. Several bystanders had slowed, talking to people they were with and casting shocked glances at you. You felt your face burn as a couple of teenage boys snickered.

He laid off when he heard your voice tremble, giving an exasperated sigh as he hurriedly pulled you into an alley. You were barely out of view of the street when he pinned you to the wall just around the corner, his hands on either side of your head with one still clasping yours. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he grinned down at you.

“Please, can’t we go-”

“Like I said,” he trailed his thumb along your lip, “I can take you wherever I want.” He descended on you again, going for your neck again while his hands worked the buttons over your chest open, freeing your breasts. You squirmed, yelping when one of his hands slipped under your dress and prodded at your clothed folds.

“Wait,” you squealed, gasping as he worked his way back up your jaw and kissed you, winding his obscenely long tongue around yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you caved, giving in and kissing back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his hands to your chest, finishing the work he’d started on your buttons until the dress slipped down.

His knee came up, pressing between your legs, forcing them apart until he was grinding it against your core. You whimpered against him, moving your hips to get more friction. He pulled up your skirt and unceremoniously shoved his hand into your panties, laughing into your mouth when he found you wet. He withdrew his tongue,

“You like being so exposed? Where anyone could see?” He panted, pinching your clit and making you yelp, “Me too.” You barely had time to admire the absolutely manic look on his face before he ripped your panties off, the fabric snatching against your skin. He pocketed them and hoisted you up, pressing you against the wall while he worked himself out of his pants.

As flustered as it made you, his actions had you soaked. He rubbed his swollen head against your pussy, lubricating you both as he leaked precum. You moaned, head flopping forward onto his shoulder as he pressed inside. He panted as he bottomed out inside, forcing himself to go slow for your sake.

You clung to him, struggling to keep somewhat quiet as his girth forced your walls to stretch. He’d taken you earlier with Keigo so it wasn’t as intense, but he was much rougher now, harshly rutting into you against the wall. You bit his neck to muffle your whimpers and moans, and he let out a groan that ended in a giddy laugh.

“So aggressive, dolly,” he teased, digging his claws into your thighs. Your ankles locked around his waist and you suckled at his neck. Lewd squelching noises seemed to echo down the alley, only serving to add to your embarrassment and the frantic hope no one would come to investigate. Tomura’s lack of shame only made matters worse as he moaned and grunted freely, entirely unconcerned if someone caught you or not.

You tore yourself away from his neck to quiet him with your lips, eager for the intimacy as well as hungry to swallow his sounds. Trusting him to hold your complete body weight, you released your grip on his shoulders to cup his face. You ran your fingers through his hair and stroked his skin softly, attempting to coax him into being a little more gentle. You should’ve known better; his immediate response being to roll his hips harder against yours. He offset the rough fucking with gentle kissing, fluttering his lips against yours in a much sweeter gesture than he typically preferred.

You moaned into each other’s mouths, his claws drawing blood from your thighs as you pulled his hair. One of his hands released you, forcing you to hang off him as he pounded you against the wall. It slid down your stomach and between your legs to toy with your clit, forcing you closer to the edge with him. Despite the sloppy method he was careful not to cut or even graze any part of your sensitive skin with his nails as he rolled the nub in his fingers.

His hips sputtered just as you came, coating him in your slick as your walls throbbed and brought him to orgasm. Your cunt twitched, milking his cum out against your cervix. He gave a few more shallow humps, catching you just as you collapsed, unable to hold yourself up anymore. You panted against his shoulder, mostly limp in his arms, so out of it you almost didn’t notice the shadows rounding the corner into the alley.

Several men stepped into view, eyes going wide at the sight of you slumped and probably appearing half-dead in Tomura’s hold. Embarrassment coursed through your entire being, making you curl into your demon as he slipped himself out of your still pulsating walls. They didn’t get the hint that your encounter had been consensual; although, to be fair, he would have taken you either way.  

“What the hell are you doing to her?” One of them stepped forward, pulling back for a punch. Tomura groaned, shifting your weight, and caught the fist in his hand. You watched in horror as his skin fell apart in front of you, blood splattering to the ground as the limb crumbled. The guy didn’t even have time to scream as Tomura’s clawed fingers came to rest against his face, and in moments his head and most of his torso were gone.

The guys that had come with him screamed, running off as their friend’s remains steamed against the cold asphalt. Tomura gathered you up properly, opting to hold you bridal style. His expression was indifferent until he saw yours, then it became concerned. You instinctively pulled yourself tighter against him, seeking comfort in his neck as you clenched your eyes shut.

You began to hyperventilate, shaking and clinging to him as he shushed you. His attempts to be soothing were awkward, and he ended up simply holding you there with parts of a dead body beside you and both of you partially undressed and covered in each other’s fluids. You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way before the sound of more footsteps had you sobbing into Tomura’s neck.

“What the fuck happened?” Dabi’s voice just made you cry harder, nearly screaming when he tried to take you into his arms. You gripped Tomura tightly, refusing to move as you started to break down. He explained what had happened while Keigo stroked your back and tried to get you to cleaned up and calmed down enough to walk back to the pocket entrance.

“It’s alright now, dove,” he cooed, slowly coaxing you away from Tomura until you were leaning on him rather than clinging to him. He helped you stand while Dabi buttoned the front of your dress back up. When you’d calmed enough to look at him he took your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Let’s go home, yeah, doll?” You nodded, adrenaline abandoning you and leaving you exhausted. Your head spun and finally your knees gave out, your body collapsing against Dabi’s. Their voices faded in and out as you lost and regained consciousness, curled up against his warm chest as he carried you.

You woke up in bed; not an unusual occurrence, but being alone definitely was. You swung your legs off the side and stood, shaking slightly. Your dress had been replaced with one for sleep, the flimsy material not providing you much warmth. You shivered, padding out of the room and down the hall when you heard voices.

“-n’t even that bad, it’s not like I hurt her or anything,” Tomura defended himself, arms crossing his chest.

“Look, I’m not about to have my sacrifice traumatized because you can’t act like a person,” Dabi scowled, his expression instantly softening when you pushed the cracked door open. You entered, making a beeline for Tomura and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m okay,” you said softly, squeezing him a bit when he returned your embrace, “Don’t be mad at him.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, scowling at the smirk twisting across Tomura’s face. Keigo snickered, sitting across the room in an arm chair, only half paying attention.

“No more human world. You can stay with her here or go out if it’s with me or Kei,” he sighed, gesturing for you to come to him. You gave Tomura another squeeze and obeyed, standing between his legs as he flopped onto the couch. His hands trailed up your thighs and rested on your hips, eyes roaming across your body leisurely.

“You’ve gotten good at recovering from us, little sacrifice,” he murmured, gently pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed the seam along his face. Tomura joined, sitting beside Dabi and slinging his legs across the thigh you weren’t perched on. He kissed his other cheek, dragging his tongue along his discolored jaw after and making him grimace.

“Don’t push it, Tomura.”

[turtle-steverogers]

she is very long so. enjoy😌

- Steve n Bucky going to the bodega down the street from their apartment. it’s open till like 4am and they go at all hours. sometimes they’ll go separately but they always go together when they go in between 12-4 am and no one who works there questions why

- they get a cat that they treat her like their child. it’s Alpine ofc😌 steve loves her so much but he knows it’s Bucky’s Cat and he’s fine with it

- you know how some siblings or partners or friends can communicate with their eyes and basically have telepathy? they totally have that and it annoys the shit out of every single person they meetjdksndks. someone will be talking to them and they will just make eye contact with each other bc it reminded them of an earlier convo they had or they both got annoyed by the other person or it reminds them of an inside joke or something and it just irritates EVERYONE. no one is able to intercept it and it’s just a thing that no matter what - even though they don’t mean to - you’ll feel a little left out when you’re with steveandbucky. it just comes with the gig. i like to imagine that depending on if it’s an au or not, its either really obvious or not. like in an au then yes it’s obvious they can have non verbal conversations, but if it’s not an au then it’s not entirely obvious bc they’re enhanced humans and they know how to hide their secret conversations. but everyone they talk to is essentially an enhanced human or has special abilities so it’s obvious to them and they catch them in the act LOL. if they’re interacting with regular people then it’s not very obvious though

- DATE NIGHT!!! yes they’re old yes they have date night. when they go out it’s usually to places in their neighborhood, but a lot of the time they like to stay in bc. they’re old men <3 steve is better at cooking and bucky is better at baking bc you can get creative with cooking and steve likes that more. he enjoys baking a lot too but he thinks bucky’s stuff tastes better. whenever they stay home though there’s ALWAYS a movie. always. they alternate choosing but there is always a movie to watch. bucky usually falls asleep nearing the end and steve plays with his hair😌 he rolls his eyes cause it happens every time but he actually likes when it happens bc he can braid strands of hair together

- pet names oh my god. so many pet names. every single one. mainly from bucky. steve uses them but maybe like two. he favors sweetie and buck and that’s it really. sometimes he uses hon. bucky though oh my god. every single pet name under the sun. so many variations of doll you wouldn’t believe - baby doll ofc, dolly, stevie doll. sweetheart. sweetness. blondie. pretty boy. hot stuff. stevie. baby. hon. honey. sunshine. angel. it’s just so many. and it’s like very sickening insane twisted etc but hot at the same time. most people are like jeez barnes do you ever shut up… but most of these people secretly think it’s a little hot theyre thinking damn where is that affection for me…. i need me a bucky barnes :| steve is the only smitten kitten outwardly even if he huffs and puffs sometimes but it’s obvious he enjoys it. like they are so annoyingjdkssn for real they aren’t a pda couple really but the petnames….. so many. so so so many it’s sickeningly sweet but bucky dgaf! steve is his sweetheart his dolly his baby his angel so he’s going to call him these things!

- steve knows his body is what is considered “perfect” but he still is insecure about it around most people and bucky knows this so when steve lounges at home in bucky’s boxer briefs and his own tee shirt or he kicks off his pants when he’s too hot at night in bed bucky is reminded of just how much steve loves him and feels comfortable around him which is something he always strives for - to make steve comfortable. not baby him because steve bitches at anyone that does that to him but to make him feel comfortable

- and on the subject of feeling comfortable i imagine that they always check in with one another but it’s very subconscious they hardly realize they do it. like steve will bitch at bucky to pick up his shoes from their doorway or to clean his hair from the shower drain but the next second he will ask him if his back still hurts from being kicked by sam and from where steve AND alpine scratched him (in very different ways)

- steve is the sweater husband and bucky is the sweatshirt husband. they trade off a lot but that’s just how their closets look

- steve takes a liking to crop tops 😌 but ONLY around the house bc again he’s really truly only comfortable around bucky. he wears em with boxer briefs or sweatpants but you can guarantee that the briefs and sweats usually just end up on the floor 9 out of 10 times

- hair ties everywhere. they can be found on the floor in the laundry in their bed in the couch on top of the fridge on their fire escape. they are literally everywhere. steve just picks them up and puts them in the bathroom but they always make their way back. he doesn’t say anything to bucky until he finds alpine chewing one and she ends up smacking herself in the face with the hairtie

- their fridge is always full with leftovers and food from sam or clint’s or whoever’s house or takeout. they always eat it all but they get and make a lot of food so the fridge is always full

- subconsciously bucky always has a hand on the back of steve’s neck. like it’s not ENTIRELY a possessive thing but he used to do it a lot when steve was small because it was easy and it was comfortable. for him and just for him and steve. it was like swinging an arm around steve’s shoulders or putting a hand on his shoulder. it was just natural and easy so he did it. a part of him back then prewar did it possessively too, but he always tampered that down bc steve wasn’t his. now he does it without shame

- steve really likes tofu and vegan meat, non dairy milk like almond and soy, and overall a lot of non dairy vegan foods, and a lot of fruits. he gets made fun of for a lot specifically about the vegan stuff but his reasoning is that there’s so much food accessible for people with allergies in the future that he wished existed a hundred years ago so he’s going to try it and stick with it if he likes it. people shut up after that

- he also tips a little more than he needs to everywhere he goes. everywhere. like it’s cool when steve rogers walks in to a restaurant bc he’s a superhero or whatever but its REALLY cool because he leaves a generous tip and that’s what really makes peoples day

- before they get legally married they are still very much married. like “i packed you lunch, meet me at the restaurant instead of me going to pick you up bc it’ll take longer, i got takeout let’s bitch together while we watch shitty reality tv, let’s bitch at EACH OTHER through the phone in public, let’s send each other ugly pictures of each other or funny texts while we’re right next to each other, i’m out with a group and you’re not there and i say multiple times ‘i miss steve/bucky’, let’s yell at each other from opposite ends of the apartment instead of getting up to see each other, steve i’m going to fuck you on the couch bc our room is too far, etc.” they are just very much married without the documents and legalities and it’s very obvious

okay all of these were ABSOLUTELY wonderful and im really going to restrain my urge to respond to each and every one but that might be futile

-okay YES they definitely go to that bodega at all hours, and usually it's for normal things when they go separately: milk, cereal, toilet paper. but when they go in the middle of the night, they almost always purchase some like odd assortment of candies and deli meat. also, they're always in their pajamas. like bucky's in plaid pj pants and a star wars sweatshirt, and steve is in like 5" shorts and a huge crewneck and they're both in slides and they definitely only speak russian to each other when they're in there after hours

-yes alpine! they also have a dog, that is more steve than bucky's!! his name is norman in my headcanon (and a couple of my fics) and he is best boy

-okay i need more of this in my general stucky life: steve and bucky being like,,, best friends as well as lovers and being so seamlessly close. like yeah, they definitely talk with their eyes, or just one glance, or half-sentences ("hey, did you ever get to--" "yup, on the way home. it was so--" "yeah, good. glad to hear") and they know exactly what the other is saying.

-yes to the date nights!!! and when they stay in to watch movies, they make Tons of popcorn. and they Have to make separate batches, because steve will Only eat his with like half a bottle of that powdered white cheddar on his

-YES we share the same fucking headcanon for petnames on god

Steve: love you, buck:)

Bucky: love you, pumpkin

-Steve definitely has body dysmorphia, probably even post serum (I have lots of thoughts on this, that might be a different post) and yeah, Bucky definitely knows its Big that he feels comfortable enough to be exposed around him (and he's even more honored that steve lets him be intimate with him, because that's really hard for steve, too)

-yeah! and easy check ins like "ur stomach still bothering you from last night?" "oh, no it was just a little bug turns out" or like "my head hurts:(" "i have meds in my bag. you want?" "yeah, just two" or like subtly checking on injuries, yeah

-yeah the sweater versus sweatshirt tracks tbh i picture steve in a lot of crewnecks so yeah

-STEVE IN CROP TOPS STEVE IN CROP TOPS and i raise you they're often ones he's cropped himself and he's also painted on! or bleach painted!! and theyre so cool and bucky never wants to make a big deal out of it, but he's so proud of steve for expressing himself like that

-ALPINE SMACKING HERSELF ALKFJALSDKFJA also steve always has a hairtie on HIS wrist in case bucky forgets one for himself

-they also always have Steve Staple Foods cuz i headcanon steve as a picky eater (adhd!steve + serum enhancements, it's down to a formula) so they have a lot of Kraft mac and cheese and easy heat up meals and lunch meats around for when he's having bad food days

-OMG and steve absolutely MELTS i raise you, too, bucky will especially hold the back of his neck when he needs to get steve to Chill Out. so like if he sees him stressing he'll put his hand on the back of his neck and squeeze and literally feel the tension drain from him or like if steve is having a panic attack, he'll hold the back of his neck while they breathe together

-yes and also any time that steve is Choosing food for himself and feeling motivated to eat it, it's a win, so people learn to back off there, too

-yes! he tips generously, but never awkwardly or offensively. he's also super kind and patient to food service workers!

-this last point is so perfect i cant. like yeah, back to steve and bucky just being,,,, the best of friends. ugly selfies galore, shoving their feet in each other's face, flicking each others ears. and yes, all the fucking gossiping. on the phone gossip, venting, fun gossip from around work. they talk about it all. and it's so great for them

thank you again for stopping by! your thoughts are impeccable!

[pascalscenarios]

THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE

Frankie Morales x Reader  

Summary: You party with the bridesmaids in the city, only for you to get lost and ending up in Frankie’s care.

Warning: Alcohol consumption // Intoxication

Words: 2428

Authors Note: Find you someone that is willing to take care of you like Frankie Morales will. I cry.. - k

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

Chapter 4

It’s been several weeks since the night you hung out with Santiago and Frankie. Tonight your bridesmaids were throwing you a party and heading into the city to celebrate you getting married and an excuse to party one last time like you were single. Your friends booked a hotel for the night so you all didn’t have to worry about getting home, and so that in the morning you could go shopping and have a fun day in the city.

You were ready to let loose. You needed it. Tonight was about having fun.

“Wow!” Alex says as he watches you walk out of the bathroom.

You give them a twirl and strike a pose in the outfit you were wearing “You like?”

“Like? I love it!”

You smile at their response as they come to give a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you sure you can’t just stay home?” they say, raising their eyebrow up.

“The girls have been planning this party for months! I can’t back out now and plus I need this.” Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You walked over to pick it. It was your maid of honor texting you that they and the rest of the bridesmaids were outside waiting in the car.

“Ah! They're here! I gotta go!” You smile, picking up your bag, and stuff your phone inside.

“Alright, well have fun, and stay safe, if you need anything call me, yeah?” Alex gives you a hug.

“Of course! I’ll see you later. ”

With that, you headed outside, walking to the car that was parked in your driveway. “Hey everyone!” You smiled as you stepped into the car.

“Ready to party?”

“I’m more than ready!” You laughed. “LET PARTY BABY!” you yell as you turn up the radio in the car. Everyone cheered as the car pulled out of the driveway, starting your destination into the city.

…

“ANOTHER ROUND OF SHOTS! You yelled to the waiter over the loud music. You were taken to a popular club for your party. Your friends had given you a plastic crown that you wore on your head and a cheesy white sash that said ‘getting married’.

Right when you stepped foot into the club, you immediately started drinking. You wanted to forget about the wedding, forget about the mess with Frankie, forget about doubts you’ve been recently having about the wedding. You wanted to forget it all and just go wild.

That's what you did. You drank a shit ton of alcohol, you lost count of how much you had. You felt great and amazing throughout the time you were there, but you soon began to feel sick.

You were standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking around for your friends. As you looked around things began to swirl, your vision becoming blurry. You tried your best to make out where your friends could be, but they were nowhere to be found. You were sweaty and hot, the warm club atmosphere started becoming unbearable to be in. You felt like you were suffocating. You need to get out.

You rip the crown off your head and sash off. With your bag on your arm, you reached for your cell phone. You stumbled your way to the club exit. When you stepped outside you started to walk, not knowing where you were going. Was the hotel this direction or that direction or was it back there? Maybe you should turn back.

You turned back around only to realize you had no idea where you were or what direction you originally came from.

You looked at the time 1:13 am. Alex, you should call Alex. You unlocked your phone and clicked on Alex’s name. You pressed the phone against your ear, waiting for him to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“H-hey! I need you to pick me up” You slurred.

“What?” They sounded confused.

“I- don’t know where my friends went. I walked out of the club in the city and I-I'm kinda lost-lost I don’t know where I am”

They started talking, blabbing on about something, but you were zoning out.

“Hello? Hey! Are you there?”

“Hmm? What's up?”

“I need you to listen to me, okay? Do you know where you are?”

You giggled. “Ofc-course not! That's why I CALLED you silly! I need helpppp I don’t know where I am! Now Can you please come to pick me up? I wanna go home” You groaned.

“I’m going to come get you, but is there anything that's open near you or a place you can sit that is well lit?”

“uHhhhhhhh” you say as you spin your body around, scanning the area. You stop once you see a church that was lit up from the small spotlight lights that were stuck in the ground.

“I see a church...”

“Okay, good, can you tell me the name of the church?”

“Sainttttt Mary’s Baptisttttt Churchhhhhh” You say slowly, dragging out the words as you reading the light-up sign.

“I need you to go sit in front of the church and STAY there. Whatever you do, DO NOT move. Do you understand?”

“Okayyy.” You make your way over, stumbling over to the steps, you plop yourself down.

“Hey, don’t hang up, I want you to stay on the phone with me.”

“okIE Dokie, Artiechokie” you giggled. You place the phone on speaker and set it down next to you on the step.

“I’ll be there soon alright, just hang tight.”

You yawned. Laying down on the concrete step. You slowly drift off to sleep.

...

“Smiles…” You were being shaken away. You groaned, scrunching your face up.

“Smiles, come on you gotta get up.” The person sets you up slowly. You moan, feeling light-headed. You opened your eyes to see Frankie squatting in front of you.

“F-Frankie?”

He slips off his thick jean jacket and slips it over your shoulders.

“W-what are you- I-I called Alex?” You slurred.

“No, you called me.”

“What?- I’m so confused..I swear I called-” you say, placing your hand on your head.

“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna take you home.” He places his arm around your waist securely, helping you stand. You lean against him slightly as he leads you to his truck.

Your face lit up as you noticed his old beat up pick up truck. “Oh, my godddddd the red truck!’ You giggled. “Hahahah I remember all the funnnnn times we had in here” you couldn’t contain your laughter as you raised your eyebrows up and down.

Frankie opens the passenger door. “Come on, Smiles,” he says, helping you get into the truck.

You felt sick, a tight and unsettling feeling sat in your stomach. He was about to close the door, when you pushed it wide open, leaning over and throwing up out of the car.

“Whoa!” He says back up quickly, but it was too late, you throw up on his feet.

You lean into the bench seat, groan. You began to cry, embarrassed you just threw up on him and how drunk you got yourself.

“Hey, Hey, smiles don’t cry. It’s okay.” He says stepping over your vomit and moving your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek.

“H-how can you even say that? I threw up on your shoes…” you wailed. You were full-on ugly crying.

“It’s okay!” He laughs softly. “It’s no big deal. It’ll wash off and I got an extra pair of shoes in the back.”

“Are you sure? You aren’t mad?” you sniffled.

“No, not at all. I promise I’m not mad, there’s no need to cry.” he softly says wiping your tears and stroking your cheek. “Put on your seat belt.”

You listened to him. You picked up the lap strap and clicked it into the buckle. Frankie shuts the door, walking around towards the backside of the truck, leaving over the side to grab his extra boots. He walks over to the very back, popping open the tailgate to sit down and wipe out these throw-up shoes, with another.

You felt the car dip back up. The tailgate slam shut, and Frankie comes around and slides into the truck.  

He puts the key into the ignition and turns on their car.

In the cup holder was a water bottle. He picks it up, handing it to you.

“Here, drink some water.”

“Thanks,” you say, taking the bottle.

Frankie put the car and drive and headed out of the church parking lot.

…

Frankie had been driving for a while. It was silent most of the time, small talk here and there.

“What are we doing here?” you asked, your eyes tired as you started at the neon diner sign as he was pulling into the parking lot.

“Getting food, what does it look like?” He says driving into the stall.

“But it's like almost 3 AM…”

“So. I know you’re hungry and probably haven’t eaten much since clubbing”, he says, opening his car door and hopping out.

You were pretty hungry. You sigh, opening the car door. Frankie came on your side helping you out of the car. You still had Frankie's jean jacket around your shoulders. You quickly slip your arms into the sleeves after feeling the cool breeze of the early morning.

You stand beside the truck, getting a better look at the diner. You smile realizing where you were. “Dolly’s,” you say quickly looking over to Frankie.

You and Frankie used to come to Dolly’s all the time when you were dating. They were open late at night, into the early morning. Sometimes in the middle of the night, you would crave breakfast and pancakes. You would drive to Dollys to get your fix.

You both started walking to the entrance, you still a little wobbly, grabbing onto Frankie's arm for stability. Frankie opens the front door, allowing you to walk in first.

You were hit with the smell of coffee and bacon sizzling on the greasy stove. There were a few people scattered around the quiet diner.

“Frankie Morales!” You hear Ms. Dolly yell from behind the counter, grabbing two menus and walking over to you both. She was the sweet old lady that owned the Diner. Dolly and her husband bought it in the ’50s and haven’t stopped working.

He takes off his hat and fixes his hair to look more presentable. “Hi, Ms. Dolly.”

“What are you- oh my!” she says as she notices you standing beside him. “Sweetheart! It’s been so long!” she says, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi Ms. Dolly”

“I haven’t seen you in ages! And you’re here with sweet boy Frankie! Gosh, you kids are making me feel so old! I remember when the two of you used to come here all the time when you were in college and Frankie was still in uniform.” She gushed.

“Ms. Dolly, it's so late, and you’re still working!”

“I live and breathe this place! I may look old, but I’m still going strong!” She laughs. “Gosh, you don’t need these menus, I still remember your orders! Go sit wherever you like, your food should be out in a jiffy!”

“Thank you!” you and Frankie say walking and slipping into a booth.

“I haven’t been here in ages.” You look around the dinner, it still looked the same as you remembered it. “Brings back good memories, fun memories of the two of us”. You smile at Frankie.

“It does. This was always our favorite place to eat... I come here every once in while. Sometimes I’ll bring-” he stops himself, not finishing his sentence.

“Bring who?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. Was it the person he was talking to on the phone at Santiago's house?

“I come here with-”

“Here you are darlings.” Ms. Dolly placed a huge stack of pancakes, with a side of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns and two orange juices and extra plates in front of the both of you.

Frankie watched as your tired eyes lit up at seeing the breakfast. Your mind instantly forgot about what you two were talking about before.

“Dig in! If you need anything let me know!”

You quickly lung for your favorite, the pancakes. You pick one up biting into it. You grab a plate and the syrup, pouring the sticky brown liquid into the plate. You take the pancake, rubbing it on the plate to soak it in syrup, then take another bite.

You moaned at its taste. It tasted so good, like heaven.

Frankie smiles at you. You never liked cutting up your pancakes. You liked to eat it whole, dipping it into syrup. He shakes his head as he fills up his plate with food. “Still the same Smiles I know.”

…

“I’m tired and full… mostly tired.” You groaned leaning into the booth. “Future me is going to kill me in the morning, Frank.”

“I’ll take you home.” He takes out money from his wallet and drops it on the table. He places his hat back on his head, and slides out of the booth walking over to your side, helping you stand up.

“Thanks, Ms. Dolly!” You drunkenly wave and Frankie holds you up.

“Bye! Come back and visit now!”

Frankie thanks Dolly, then walks you to the car helping you get in.

Once your both were n the car and buckled up, Frankie started the car and started to drive back home.

You slide yourself across the bench seat, pressing up against Frankie. You lean your head against his shoulder as he drives.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, closing your eyes.

“For what?” He says, his eyes focused on the road.

“Getting up at the wee hours of the morning to get my drunk ass and for buying me breakfast” You chuckled. “You didn’t have to do that, but that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Frankie felt his heart stop. He grew tense at what you said.

“I love that you’d go out of your way to help anyone. You always had such a big heart. You’re gentle, patient, caring, and loving. I’ve always loved that about you. It’s the reason why I fell in love with you as a kid. Before I even knew what love was...” he can hear you growing tired, your voice slowly fading as you yawned.

You deeply sigh, “You’re the one I…the one…” you stop talking, not finishing what you were saying

He was waiting for you to continue speaking. “The one? The one what, smiles?” he asks, wanting to know what you were going to say.

You remained silent.

“Smiles?” he turned his gaze down towards you. You let out a little snore, you were out cold, sound asleep.

Frankie leans down, kissing the top of your head, and continues to drive home.

tags // @icanbeyourjedi 

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Shielded. Chapter Two.

Anonymous said to

imagineclaireandjamie:

We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails. [Dolly Parton]

Happy Sunday all - Chapter Two is up and ready, I hope you enjoy. You can find Chapter One HERE. MBD

War and Peace:

It was sunny outside, she could see the clear blue sky through the thick white netting. Having let themselves in to the property with a key in one of the officers back pockets, they were waiting in the small lounge for John’s mystery friend to appear. With the long winding roads down to the house they had taken longer than originally planned to arrive and the gentleman, one James Fraser, had been forced to leave and attend to his milking duties before he’d actively met his new house guest.

Not that any of them minded. In her own head she was still rolling her new name, saying it over and over again as if to make herself believe it. At least when she was introduced she’d be able to return the greeting gesture with some authenticity.

“You can leave you know.” She had said this to the officers on several occasions. Knowing little about milking, she did assume it wasn’t a quick job and had been quick to allude to the face that Mr Fraser might be out for some time. Shaking their heads, though, they had pointed out that they were required to do handover and were not going to simply leave her without properly passing off to Mr Fraser.

Her living with another person brought about its own complications. For a start they both needed to be briefed on the situation, they both needed to know the implications and outcomes of anyone learning her existence (which they were bound to do at some point) and the severity of anyone learning her real name or her reason for being here.

She suspected that there was more of a backstory to come, but had waited patiently to be informed of it rather than asking. It was unlikely that John had sent her here with little more than a new name and she was ready and keen to adapt to this new situation.

He’d have the letter, she thought as she held the coke bottle tightly between her fingers. In the twenty-four hours she’d had to prepare her exit, she had written a letter to be delivered to her husband this morning so that he didn’t attempt to register her as a missing person. Though some of the force knew of her plan, naturally only a small few knew intimate details and most knew nothing at all. The last thing she needed was a group of policemen and women tracking her down and ruining the whole operation.

The sound of the key in the lock brought her attention away from her worries and she tried to relax herself so that she looked less like a deer in headlights and more like she was happy to be there. She was, of course, more than content to be far away from her old life but the trip had left her hollow and fatigued and she didn’t want to appear ungrateful the very first moment she met her unwitting host.

Smoothing down the thin material of her leggings, she surreptitiously wiped the sweat from her palms as she caught a glance of John’s friend.  Her mind, however, was torn between the present and the future and she found it almost impossible to keep herself grounded in the moment.

It wasn’t until they were all sitting in the lounge with a cup of tea did she even notice the tall stranger stood in front of her. They must have been talking for a good ten minutes, she noted internally, as the steam was still freshly piping off the brewed tea.

“So, Mr Fraser,” the officer stated, bringing her attention fully back to the room, “we’ve got a long drive home so we’ll leave you and Claire to get acquainted. The number in the envelope is the contact should you have any emergency concerns but it should only be used when really necessary. Alright?”

“Aye.” Mr Fraser responded quietly, shaking both her driver’s hands before ushering them out.

Once alone, she picked up her tea and blew across the top. The front room was tall and airy, certainly quite old, probably built around the early 18th century. She took note of the engraved sconces, the plain wallpaper and the large fireplace as she waited to be joined again. Enthralled by the rather encompassing oil painting, she jumped a little as Fraser entered the room.

“That’s a great-aunt of some description, if I remember correctly. Painted sometime in the 1890’s before the turn of the century. She was keen on highland dancing, hence the flashy tartans surrounding her. A lost art, I fear.”

A small smile pulled at his lips, he seemed calm but not yet used to human companionship.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Jamie,” he replied, holding his hand out to meet hers, “Jamie Fraser.”

“And you live here alone?”

Clearly he did, she had been told as much but her mind had gone blank. Between leaving Oxford, the long drive and transforming into someone new in a few short hours, her brain was looking for conversation starters and coming up blank.

“Aye, have done for a good few years now. The farm takes a lot of work, I have a few helpers from nearby plots that come and help when needed, but I mostly dinna notice.”

“Long hours then?”

“From dawn to dusk most days, though I have been known to take a day off.”

His joke made her smile and she sipped her tea to stop it from becoming a full on fatigued laugh.

Seeing the glazed look pass over her eyes, Jamie cocked his head and pointed to the staircase at the back of the room. “Would you like me to show you to your room? I’m sure you’ve already had a long weekend. It has an ensuite so you can just rest in there until you feel human again?”

Nodding she felt grateful that he hadn’t used her new name yet. In her own head she’d had trouble making herself believe it and she wasn’t sure it was familiar enough yet for her to answer to it. As they walked, her filled suitcase in his hands whilst she hoisted her rucksack onto her back, she tried to repeat it to herself over and over. It felt strange that she could no longer think of herself as Elizabeth. Luckily, she wouldn’t have to worry about strangers calling out in public and her answering them.

It stung, though, to remember that she was locked down and unable to investigate her new home.

“This is it.” Opening the door, Jamie took a step inside.

The room was vast. Another great fireplace centred the room and there were doors either side of it.

“To the left is a closet for your clothes, I’ve emptied it aside from a couple of shoe boxes of old photos, I hope you don’t mind. To the right is the bathroom. It has a wetroom-type shower and a toilet. There is a bath, but it’s in the main bathroom down the hall, feel free to use it any time.”

Getting clean and into fresh clothes was at the top of her agenda and a calm washed over her as she saw the solid four-poster bed, all made up with light blue sheets and pre-fluffed pillows.

“Thanks, Jamie, for everything.”

Having missed her chance to thank John, she felt like all she would be able to say to Jamie for weeks was thank you.

“Nay bother. Just…” he paused for a moment, his hand resting tightly over the door handle as he moved to leave, “everything here is yours too, aye? Make yerself at home. I work a lot, long hours and long weeks, so I’ll be here there and everywhere. There’s food in the kitchen, a TV in the living area at the back of the house as well as books and more creative things.” He was talking fast, his nervousness becoming clearer as he tried to give a verbal account of the facilities without forgetting anything important. “Through the kitchen there is a door, it leads down into the cellar. That’s where the washing machine and dryer are if you want to wash yer clothes...anything else…?”

He had placed her suitcase down by the door and was running his hands through his hair as he tried to think whether he needed to mention anything else.

“Thank you.” She said again, giving him a free pass to leave now he seemed settled that he’d bought her attention to the most important appliances. “It really is extremely kind of you to open your home at such short notice.”

“It’s a pleasure,” returning her gesture, he held out his hand and took hers, shaking it lightly as she backed towards the bed and he moved back into the doorway, “Claire.”

It felt strange to hear him finally say it and the sound of his deep scottish accent stayed with her long after he’d closed the door and disappeared back downstairs. As she wandered slowly around her suite she opened and closed her right hand, the warmth of his palm still echoed in her flesh. Having had tender relationships before, it was almost as if her flesh knew the touch of someone gentle before the rest of her did.

Whatever it had been dissipated as she caught sight of the brown envelope sticking out of her purse and she took a seat on the bed before pulling a series of pieces of paper from it.

Jamie must have been introduced whilst she’d been in her haze as she didn’t remember anything prior to noticing the cup of tea and, with tired eyes, she pushed the notes aside, eager to get some rest before reading on further.

The clock on the mantel ticked, the click of the hands signalling another hour gone by and before she knew it, darkness surrounded her.

Having fallen asleep between the mass of her new life story, she rubbed her closed lids, yawned and then rose. Her limbs felt heavy, her joints stiff from being in the same position for hours. Stumbling across the room, she felt around for the light switch before investigating the small bathroom attached to her living space.

It was new, that was certain, the porcelain and white tiles sparkling with a sheen that only occurred right before they were sullied with condensation. She pulled the extractor fan cable, switched the shower on and turned up the heat before shedding her clothes and standing beneath the spray. Fortunately there was a towel neatly arranged on the heated handrail, she noticed, as she washed the journey from her skin with some nice lemon scented shower gel.

Clean and dry, she tucked herself between the sheets, carefully stacking and placing the paper back in the envelope before she did so.

That can wait, she thought, her eyes closing before her head even hit the pillow. Once more, sleep found her easily, the swirls of pixelated colour appearing behind her closed eyelids as she began to dream. Silence surrounded her, not like the hum of the city that buzzed in her ears whilst she slept in Oxford, but the blissful nothingness that remote country living afforded those who inhabited it. For that she was grateful.

Kind, blue eyes invaded the deep black nothingness and she felt warm and safe. Snuggling further down into the duvet, she let the warmth encase her as she finally allowed herself to relax.

[thedreamsmith]

Cuffed

@atc74 @alleiradayne @arrowsandmixtapes @captain-s-rogers for #OC appreciation day 2020

Warnings: Explicit smut, swearing

Word count: 1290

Pairing: Dean x OFC

Summary:  Dean is a kinky motherfucker and Rhea has handcuffs that she purloined from a cop

‘You have the right to remain silent.’

Rhea gasped sharply as she was shoved none too gently against the wall of the empty alleyway beside the town’s only 7-11. The late afternoon sun cast fingers of buttery light along the ground, stopping just short of her wonderfully impractical dolly shoes.

She fucking hated it when she had to wear heels for a case.

‘When have I ever exercised that right?’ She grinned against the brick as she felt the cuffs tighten on her wrists and a solid presence press against her back.

‘I suggest you do as you’re told, darlin’.’ A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that Dean was smirking like a fiend, pupils blown wide with lust as he glanced down at the short skirt she’d also donned that morning. ‘Wouldn’t want anyone coming to investigate, would we?’

‘Cocky bastard.’ Her breath caught as Dean pressed a knee between her legs, nudging them further apart to give him more access to where his hand was already skimming the outside of thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her skirt but not nearly close enough to where she needed him.

They’d done kinky shit before, but they’d never taken it outside of the bunker. Except for in the Impala, of course.

She didn’t want to think too hard about where Dean had gotten the cop uniform from, but it surely couldn’t be worse than where she’d acquired the hand-cuffs. Pick-pocketing a police officer was probably doubly illegal, but in her defence, he had been a Right Douche.

She knew that things would get real awkward, real fast if anyone were to glance down the alleyway but it was far too difficult to concentrate on that line of thought as Dean lowered his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck, his voice a dark rumble that had heat pooling in her core. The metal cuffs bit into her wrists from where they were bound behind her back, the elder Winchester using the leverage to force her harder against the wall.

His calloused fingers skimmed further up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up until…

‘No panties, huh?’ Dean let out a low whistle as he rucked the pleated material over her hips, giving him what she knew was a glorious view of her ass. ‘I knew you weren’t exactly one of the god-squad, Ree, but this… Risky. But then again, we wouldn’t be here unless that sorta thing got you off, would we?’

Rhea smiled over her shoulder; a wicked, hell-raising grin that promised ten kinds of trouble. She knew exactly what it did to her boyfriend.

‘I’d say you have the right to a lawyer – but there’s no way I’d share you with Sammy.’ And then his mouth was on her neck once more as he pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the soft skin just below her ear. His grip on her thighs disappeared as he worked his belt.

Dean didn’t bother to remove any of his clothing, only opening his trousers enough to free his cock. She groaned none-to-quietly as he ground the hard length against her ass. The bastard was taking his time, increasing the risk with every passing minute.

And she’d be damned if that didn’t only make her wetter, made her press back against the solid presence behind her.

‘I’m starting to think you’re all talk, Officer Winchester.’ Her voice was a rasp – breathy in a way that she’d never let herself sound in front of anyone else.

‘Careful, sweetheart.’ Dean used one hand to take her hip in a bruising grip as the other guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her clit until she had to bite down her lip. Hard. ‘Or I’ll take you back to the station rather than dealing with you here.’

Rhea pulled against the cuffs; half playing along and half desperate for him to be inside her. But as well as Dean is playing his role as the bad cop, his voice lacks the hard edge that it sometimes takes on when he’s truly about to dominate her. She doesn’t dare disobey then, not when the dark undercurrent runs beneath his words; when he’s jealous or pissy or when she’s deliberately pushed him to that particular, delicious breaking point.

He’s playful now – cocky and teasing and just as horny as she is so she tries her luck. Without warning, she pushes her hips back, taking his entire length in one smooth thrust. The sudden stretch makes her gasp but its worth it as she hears Dean’s low groan. The elder Winchester forgets their game for a second, resting his head against the back of her neck as he tries to regain his composure.

‘That’s a punishable offence, darlin’.’ Dean twists the hair of her ponytail around his hand, using the leverage to draw her head back. The other comes down hard on her ass, making her jump and hiss between her teeth.

‘Punish me then.’

A growl rumbles through his chest as he begins a demanding pace – the sound of skin against skin loud in the empty alleyway. All it would take was one person glancing their way as they walked past to end their risky little game. The thought made her grin against the wall, relishing the sting as Dean spanked her again and the scrape of the brick against her shoulder. She’d always liked a little pain with her pleasure.

It quickly becomes a race; both of them chasing their release, the mounting chance of getting caught only pushing them faster towards the glimmering edge. Ever the gentleman, Dean had released her grip on her hip to roughly circle the bundle of nerves between her legs. There’s not much else she can do from her current position besides bounce on his cock, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Dean comes before she does, and she can tell from his muffled groan that his lip is clamped between his teeth. The elder Winchester is usually loud when he fucks – only their proximity to the general public reining in his usual, wonderful sounds.

He continues to work his dexterous fingers at the apex of her thighs, pulling her hair harder until she shatters with a keening moan. Her legs tremble as bliss rolls through her, threatening to drop her to the concrete until Dean catches her with one arm around her waist.

‘Well that was fun.’ His breath tickles the shell of her ear. ‘But you’re free to go, ma’am.’

Rhea chuckles as she lets the cuffs clatter to the ground, deftly picking the locks now that the game is over.

‘That’s a poor idea, Officer. I’m definitely guilty as charged.’ Dean just rolls his eyes, brushing a kiss over her forehead and gently massaging the red track marks that the cuffs left behind. ‘How about we pick up some tacos and head back to the motel? Sam will be wondering why speaking to the locals took so long.’

‘Awesome.’

                                                                   ****

‘Where the hell have you two been?’ Sam glanced up from his laptop as she and Dean entered the motel room, arms laden with takeout and beer. For the boys at least, Rhea refused to drink the stuff, instead preferring ‘that girly, fruity cider shit’ as Dean so eloquently put it.

‘Ran into some trouble with the law.’ Dean grunted as he dropped the bags onto the table, heedless of his brother’s stacks of research.

‘What? Dean we’re supposed to be keeping a low-‘

‘Don’t worry.’ Rhea cut across with a smirk. ‘We worked something out.’

The younger Winchester raised his eyebrows as he glanced between the pair of them, then promptly decided that he didn’t need to know.

‘Pass the beer.’

[artificialqueens]

intents wicked or charitable (trixya) 10/10 - beanierose

AN: I have been enormously lucky since joining this fandom because I’ve gotten to meet a lot of really amazing people. In particular connyhascontrol, JoanneElizabeth and mattepinkallshades. You ladies have supported me from the very beginning and I’m so grateful, thank you.

And stutter. I will never, ever be able to thank you enough for everything you do for me. Thank you for looking over this story a thousand times, talking me down from a hundred crises, and holding my hand through all of it. I couldn’t ask for a better soulmate. I love you.

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a practical magic au for the spooky season. there’s a curse on any man who dares love you? love a woman, instead. | 5,281 words

The world outside is sleepy and pink-hued and Trixie wrinkles her nose, refuses to open her eyes to it just yet. There’s a weight on her chest and between her legs, one long length that’s squirming. Tiny, insistent kisses litter her jaw and neck and then teeth scrape. Trixie, stung with pleasure, sucks in a sharp breath and opens her eyes to Katya’s face hovering over her.

“I love you and good morning,” Katya says, and nudges her nose against Trixie’s. “What did you dream about?”

Trixie huffs a little noise and brings her hand up. It’s not warm in the bedroom even with the two quilts and with Katya laying on top of her. When she cups Katya’s cheek the cold of the ring makes her let out a little yelp.

She wears it on her middle finger, because Jinkx very seriously informed them both that the middle finger is associated with Saturn, and therefore represents eternity and wisdom. Trixie’s not sure she believes that, but she loves Katya’s aunts and she likes the idea of eschewing hetero tradition.

They aren’t married — they can’t get married — but Trixie wears a gold band with a tiny black tourmaline set into it, and Katya has a sigil tattooed onto her own middle finger because rings make her itchy.

“I dreamed some rotted ghoul woke me up for no good reason,” Trixie says, but she lifts her chin and Katya comes in close, kisses her softly. “Good morning. I love you, too.”

Katya has her elbows either side of Trixie’s head, but she’s letting most of her weight rest on Trixie’s chest. She likes it, will often wrap her arms around Katya on the couch and tug until she drapes herself over Trixie.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Katya says softly. “Our first one. Our last one.”

She’s got that concerned little crease between her brows again. Trixie works her knuckle into the meat of Katya’s forehead until she laughs and snaps her teeth. For long, lazy, indulgent moments they kiss and kiss. Katya tastes like herbal tea and it makes Trixie aware of her morning mouth. She refuses the invitation of Katya’s tongue at the seam of her lips, turns her head instead so Katya will kiss her cheek.

Katya’s fingers are inside of Trixie’s sweatshirt and travelling upwards, warm and careful. Trixie arches into her and winds one arm around Katya’s neck, tosses her head back against the pillows.

“Babe, you know Dela said we don’t need to worry,” Trixie gets out. Katya has one arm hooked beneath her leg to encourage her knee up towards her chest. She feels split open, sticky and aching. “It’s- oh. It’s gonna be fine. It’s not our last anniversary. You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I dramatic, or am I right?” Katya says. She’s working on Trixie’s underwear, taps her hip with two fingers so she’ll lift up and help her get them off.

They land on the floor with an embarrassing wet thwack when Katya tosses them behind herself over her shoulder. She starts sliding down the bed then, rucking up the quilt as she goes as if she’s tugged on a loose thread and made the whole thing pucker. Trixie lets her knees fall apart and then closes them around Katya’s ears.

“Did you- oh, my God, Katya.” Trixie fists both hands in Katya’s hair and tugs so that she lifts up a little bit, grins at Trixie. Her face is shiny even in the pink light of the morning. “Is everybody fed?”

“Everyone’s fed, everyone’s fine. Let me celebrate.”

Trixie has no interest in arguing that.

Afterwards, Trixie lazes with Katya’s fingertips resting against her lips. In the last year she’s gotten more tattoos, ones she doesn’t have to hide beneath her sleeves. Trixie opens her mouth in invitation and Katya pushes two fingers inside. She has a snake on her index and Trixie touches her tongue to it.

When she bites down Katya gasps and wrenches her hand free. “Brat.”

“Are you really scared?”

Trixie has a hypothesis that Katya only monologues about the imminent end of the world because she likes when Trixie shuts her up. She reaches over Trixie to the floor for her t-shirt and pulls it back on, lets it sit crooked so the ball of her shoulder is exposed. Katya leans back against the headboard and drops her hand to the top of Trixie’s head, pets her absentmindedly like she does Dolly.

“I absolutely am,” Katya says very seriously. “Trixie, no more automation. No more computers.”

“You hate the computer.”

Trixie gets up, all the way out of bed to collect her robe from the back of the door. She knots it at her waist and turns away, heads for the hall. A moment later Katya comes thundering along after her, bare feet slapping on the hardwood. Getting down the stairs is difficult, because Katya has both arms around Trixie’s shoulders from behind and she’s chattering in her ear about the catastrophic ramifications of the new millennium. At the bottom she trips on the pile of their mingling, discarded shoes and has to catch herself against the banister.

The dog rouses herself from her blissed-out heap on the couch and pads over, butts her head against Trixie’s thigh. Trixie stoops to kiss her good morning and stroke her silky ears. When she straightens Katya is waiting for her in the doorway to the kitchen, pointing a spatula at her.

“I didn’t make you a romantic breakfast because I know you think me cooking is a criminal offense.” She circles the spatula in the air a couple of times, and when Trixie reaches her she stretches on tiptoe to tap the top of Trixie’s head with it. “But know that the intention was sure there. It’s the thought that counts, right baby?”

Trixie snorts a laugh and takes the spatula from her before she can be assaulted with it any further. She makes eggs, because it’s easy and fast and requires minimal concentration. She can allow herself to be distracted. Katya’s hands are on her the whole time she’s cooking, stealing kisses and sifting her fingers through Trixie’s hair.

She still feels a bit quivery, like her skin is charged, but they have things to do today. They have a lot to do today. It’s a cold morning but they eat on the porch, looking out at the water and listening to Cash and Guthrie bleat in the barn. Trixie has a blanket around her shoulders and Katya’s warm feet in her lap.

All summer they’ve been out here. Trixie has loved padding out in her bare feet to the grass sticky with dew and the fresh, cool air. She loves it still in the fall, these last few days where it’s been just on the right side of too cold to sit out in the mornings. Katya does yoga on her mat in the grass and then comes sweaty and gross all the way into Trixie’s lap most days.

“Remember there’s both containers for later, babe,” Trixie says. Katya mops up the last of her breakfast with a corner of toast and chews it happily, her face crinkled with pleasure. “Do you want me to run you down in the car?”

Katya flexes her biceps and does a little half-turn in her chair to let Trixie see them both. She’s goofing off, but it still makes Trixie’s mouth dry. “I can carry them. Don’t you want to see me carry them?”

Rather than admit how much she does want that, Trixie gets up from her chair and collects their plates and glasses to bring inside. Dolly stays out with Katya, even though Trixie is her best hope for scraps. A year in, some of the jealousy is abating. Trixie likes to see them, one dark head and one blonde bent together.

Once the dishes are done, she has to go and collect Katya from the backyard. It made sense to sell the farm: Katya’s house is closer to Verbena, and bigger, and has been in her family for generations. Dela officiated their rites at the end of the spring, and instead of a honeymoon they built a paddock and a coop for the chickens and moved everybody in.

Every once in a while, Trixie misses the view from the kitchen window at the farmhouse. She misses standing at the sink and looking out at Katya with a chicken balanced on her shoulder and another in her arms. But at nighttime now, she gets to sit on the little bench at the end of their garden with Katya’s arm around her shoulder and listen to the susurration of the cove and the hum of the cicadas.

“We’re gonna be late to open,” Trixie says, and fists both hands in the bottom of Katya’s sweater to haul her back against her chest.

She goes easily, willingly, turning as she does so she can loop her arms around Trixie’s neck. The morning feels crisp and shiny and golden and Katya is warm in her grip, her mouth open and teasing.

“That’s the whole point of owning our business, baby. We can be late to open. We can be so late that we’re early for tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t- mmf,” Trixie kisses back, of course, always does. She dreams sometimes still about the week she didn’t have Katya, and she’s glad for it. It means she never forgets to be grateful now. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Trixie untangles herself from Katya and starts towards the house again, hears Katya and Dolly both come bounding after her. They’ve talked some about getting another dog, now that Dolly is at home by herself so much of the day. It’s one of the conversations they have that to Trixie is planning for the future and to Katya exists entirely in the abstract.

The gold band of her ring is beginning to heat up now and Trixie worries at it with her thumb. She likes to feel it there, and she likes even more how Katya will take her hand in the evenings and stroke along her fingers while they watch a movie.

Trixie drives the two of them down into the town and parallel parks outside of Verbena. In the passenger seat, Katya is cradling two Tupperware containers in her lap. Trixie was up late into the night decorating cookies in the shapes of ghosts and pumpkins for Katya to take to the kids this morning. She kisses her goodbye at the door and heads off down the street in the direction of the elementary school.

Violet is waiting for them, leaning back against the storefront with one foot flat against the wall so her knee is bent. When they opened the cafe it had been Katya’s idea to try and poach Violet. She had jumped at the chance, with as much enthusiasm as Violet ever shows, so the arch of one brow and a muttered sure, whatever.

“Hey, sorry we’re a little late.” Trixie gets the door unlocked and holds it open for Violet to come inside as well.

“Anniversary, right? I’m surprised you like, made it in at all.” At Trixie’s raised eyebrow, Violet shrugs. “Your wife has been telling me all week how excited she is for today.”

Trixie elbows the row of switches to flip the lights on and washes her hands, starts pulling things out of the refrigerator to prep. In the mornings most of the people who work in town come in for coffee and sometimes a pastry, and Trixie’s comfortable letting Violet handle that.

It had taken until the middle of January for Trixie to get restless. She didn’t miss Los Angeles or the restaurant, but she did miss feeding people and keeping her hands busy. Turning Verbena into a cafe had been Katya’s idea, and it had taken eight months of work to get all of their permits and the renovations completed. They opened officially last month.

They’ve been open for an hour and a half when Katya comes back, empty Tupperware in hand and her cheeks pink with pleasure. On her way behind the counter she ensnares Violet in a brief, tight hug that makes her mutter under her breath. Katya comes in to the kitchen and kisses Trixie’s cheek, hoists herself up to sit on the vacant prep counter.

“Honey, those cookies. They kept asking me if I’d magicked them. Wanted to know if they had newt brains and eel eyes in them. I said no magic, you’re just that good at cooking.”

“It’s baking, not cooking. Get your ass off my counter,” Trixie says. When she looks up from the tomato she’s slicing Katya is staring at her, slack-jawed, and the arrhythmic drum of her heels against the counter has stopped. “What? What?”

Katya shakes her head and a grin spreads slow and wide across her face. “I love you.”

“Okaaay,” Trixie says slowly.

Katya hops down from the counter and takes the knife out of Trixie’s hand. She circles her arms at Trixie’s waist and leans back to see her. “That was the last thing. That’s what I manifested. The person I love will have magic too.”

“I thought you said I already showed everything you wished for.”

From the moment Katya had mentioned wishing for qualities, Trixie had been unable to ignore the itch beneath the surface of her skin. She wanted to know. Of course she wanted to know. After they had settled into their life, after Katya had stopped waking up in the middle of the night screaming and clutching at Trixie like she was unspooling in her hands, she’d gotten up the courage to ask.

Katya had fed them to her piecemeal over the course of several days, rewarding Trixie after dinner or with her legs over Trixie’s shoulders or, one time, waking her up at three in the morning just to whisper it to her.

“I thought six out of seven wasn’t bad,” Katya grins, and leans in to kiss Trixie properly. She very nearly hoists her up onto the counter, but they have only about an hour until the first lunch orders start coming in and there really isn’t time to disinfect her surfaces again. “But here you are. You really are my dream girl.”

That makes Trixie scream out a laugh, loud enough that Violet pokes her head through the serving hatch with a hand over her eyes and says “you two had better not be naked back here.”

“We’re not, we’re not,” Trixie says, circling her fingers at Katya’s wrist to tug her hand out of the back of her pants. Violet eyes them both for a long, uncomfortable moment but says nothing and disappears out to the front again.

Trixie takes a step back from Katya and presses the flat of her hand to her shoulder so she can’t close that distance again. “We had a handfasting ceremony.”

“Yep.”

“Your aunts were there.”

“Mm-hmm,” Katya grins. She steals a slice of tomato from Trixie’s cutting board and seems to remember that she hates tomatoes half a second after it’s in her mouth. Trixie watches her chew it with her face all scrunched up and she offers her a hand to spit it out into. She doesn’t, she swallows it, and a shiver of revulsion goes through her.

“You’re just now deciding I’m right for you?”

Katya threads her fingers through Trixie’s at her shoulder and lifts her hand to her mouth, kisses the heel of her palm. When she lets go, Trixie leaves her hand cradling Katya’s cheek. Katya’s eyes flutter closed and she hums a contented little noise.

“I decided you were right for me the second I saw you,” she murmurs. “But it’s nice to have it confirmed.”

“Will you tell me again?” Trixie asks. She remembers, is certain she’ll remember for as long as she lives, but she likes to hear Katya say it all the same.

Katya counts each one out on her fingers. “They will have two shadows, cheeks like roses, hearts for freckles.”

Their first night together, Katya discovered the one freckle shaped like a heart on the back of Trixie’s shoulder. She’s been obsessed with it ever since. One of her favourite ways to wake Trixie in the morning is to tug the quilt down and kiss her there, linger until Trixie opens her eyes and rolls over to kiss her properly.

“They’ll be very brave. They’ll be from a far away land.” That makes Trixie snort a laugh. Wisconsin is pretty far, but Katya makes it sound like she was off battling dragons before they met. “They can turn invisible. And they can do magic, too.”

“I still don’t think me being a recluse counts as turning invisible.” Trixie tilts her head. “You’re so specific. I just wanted somebody warm and kind.”

Katya laughs and wraps her arms around Trixie in a hug. She hides her face against the side of Trixie’s neck and rocks the two of them back and forth. The bell over the door jangles and Trixie hears Violet greet the customer, has to untangle herself from her wife.

It’s not like anybody minds. People know that they live together, that they own the cafe together. People still come up to Katya in the street to thank her. Every time it makes the tips of her ears turn pink and she clings tight to Trixie’s hand. Still, Trixie likes to try and be professional when they’re at work.

Their afternoons tend to pass quickly. Trixie stays in the kitchen, Violet out front, and Katya drifts back and forth to be useful wherever she’s needed most. They still sell a lot of her products from when Verbena was an apothecary, so from time to time she will allow herself to be completely distracted by an inquisitive customer and spend a half hour with them running through the entire itinerary. Mostly though she helps Violet make coffee and toast sandwiches in the press.

After the lunch rush is over they let Violet go home. She’s going to a party in the city tonight and it’s a couple hours’ drive even before she has to get into her costume. As always she is surly and aloof, but she lets them both hug her and she lets Katya kiss both of her cheeks as well.

“C'mere baby,” Katya says when the door is closed behind Violet.

She holds out her arms and Trixie steps into them, winds her own around Katya’s little waist. They kiss lazily for a while. Katya’s hands are in Trixie’s hair; most nights when she combs it out before bed she finds she has a matted patch at the base of her skull from Katya’s fingers.

They have to break apart when the bell over the door goes. Trixie pats at her mouth with the back of her hand, tucks her hair behind her ears. It’s Peter, dropping in as he does two or three times a week to ask if they need anything. He sent Katya a gift basket on her birthday, filled with fruits that she wrinkled her nose at but Trixie got to enjoy over the next week or so.

“I think we’re all good for right now, hon,” Katya says. She’s still got one hand in Trixie’s back pocket and she squeezes. Trixie is maybe a little more proud than she should be that she doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound.

“Cool,” Peter says. “I’ll see you tonight?”

Katya grins widely and darts a small glance at Trixie like she thinks she ought to check. “You surely will.”

For the last hour the kitchen is closed and Trixie gets to hang out behind the counter with the love of her life. They don’t both work every single day, sometimes one or the other of them will take a day off and every now and then they’ll close so they can spend the day together. Most days though, she’s here nourishing the town and watching people come in to the cafe just to say hello to Katya.

It’s quieter toward the end of the day, so Trixie gets to hear all about Katya’s morning. Once a month she goes into the elementary school to teach a nature class to the first and second graders. They are all head over heels for her. Every time they’re out they seem to bump into at least one of her kids and Katya will always crouch down in the middle of the sidewalk to be eye level with them.

She’s so patient and kind; she listens so intently. It makes Trixie’s chest hurt. Neither of them are sure if that’s ever going to be in the picture for them. At the end of June, they went into the city for Pride. Katya had been jittery for several days before, and on the morning of the parade she recited an incantation for them both invoking protection and safety. Next spring, there’s suggestion of a march on Washington for the new millennium. Katya’s not usually a planner, but she’s already talking about closing the cafe for a few days and heading across the country to be there.

Trixie sends Katya home ahead of her. She’s not all that helpful when it comes to the cleaning and organising that needs to be done at the end of the day. As it’s started to get dark she’s gotten more and more anxious, so the walk will do her some good. Trixie leaves the cafe pristine and spotless as she always does and makes the short drive back to the house.

“Babe? Do you want a quick dinner?”

Katya appears at the top of the staircase already in the tight pants and white blouse she’s had hanging on the back of the door all week. Her hair is spilling out all over her head in wild curls that look like she’s used an entire thing of hairspray.

“No. I need you to come and kiss me before I do my makeup.” She leans over the bannister to look down. “Come kiss me, Trixie. Now!”

Trixie laughs and hurries to get out of her shoes and coat. Dolly is hopping excitedly around her ankles and she follows Trixie up the stairs in a sleek, dark blur. At the top Katya grabs for Trixie and backs her up against the wall, pins her hands either side of her head. Their kiss is wet and deep and Trixie arches against Katya. She slides her knee between Trixie’s legs and Trixie ruts against her thigh. She tries to touch Katya’s hair and her fingers come away sticky, make her breathe a little noise of distress into Katya’s mouth.

She lets her hands fall down instead and splay wide at Katya’s ass. When these pants came in the mail Trixie had pestered her to try them on all day and when she had, Trixie had collapsed dramatically backwards against their pillows in a paroxysm of joy and fanned herself until Katya came to straddle her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she says against the side of Katya’s jaw. “It’s really not okay. You’re a teacher.”

That makes Katya scream a laugh and separate from her, shaking her fists. She disappears into the bathroom again and Trixie follows her in there to get started on her own makeup. It takes her a while, because it’s been a long time since she’s really worn any. She has to get in close to the mirror and she can see Katya from the corner of her eye giggling at her concentration face.

Katya splashed out for the good fangs, the individual ones that cap her incisors instead of the plastic strip ones they found at the party store. They have plans to use them after tonight, so Trixie insisted it made sense to get the good ones. She’s done a red and burgundy eye and her mouth is the same vivid jewel tone. Trixie keeps messing up the little crescent moon she’s trying to draw onto her forehead every time she looks at Katya.

“This is really so stupid, you know that?” Katya hoists herself up to sit on the bathroom countertop and poke Trixie with her toes. “This might be the dumbest thing we’ve ever done.”

“It’s ironic.” Trixie finishes the last of the little black dots she’s put carefully around her eyes and between her brows.

Her own clothes are hanging in the closet in the guest room. She’s borrowing robes from Dela and boots from Jinkx and topping everything off with a cheap velour hat they picked up from the party store.

Tonight, Trixie is the witch.

They’ve been planning it for a few weeks. It isn’t necessarily the kind of event that necessitates a costume, but they won’t be the only ones dressed up. Trixie feels good, powerful and sexy. She isn’t ready to examine the effect the blood dripping from Katya’s mouth is having on her.

“I’m so excited!” Katya says again. She’s told Trixie about a hundred times on their walk down to the bonfire. Trixie’s got Dolly’s leash in one hand and she’s holding tight to Katya with the other like she’s a little kid who might bolt at any moment. The dog is wearing an orange sweater with a pumpkin on it that Katya knitted for her and she wriggled with pleasure and licked both of their faces when they first put it on her.

Their clasped hands swing between them as they walk. As always, Katya is absurdly warm on Trixie’s left side. The air feels crisp and charged tonight and they can hear the noise from the town before they see anything. The moon overhead is round and enormous, peering down at them.

“Remember last year?” Katya says, and tugs on Trixie’s hand to stop her.

They’re almost at the field where the bonfire is set up, and there are a few families making their way along the sidewalk close to them, but it’s dark enough that it’s somewhat private. “I remember.”

“You came to my door in that absurdly huge pink sweater and I wanted to kiss you so bad. I wanted you so much, all the time, but that night-” Katya shakes her head. “You were so goddamn cute. And you held my hand.”

Trixie kisses her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth. They’re safe, they’re lucky, but she still doesn’t always feel okay kissing Katya out in the open. “Can’t believe you let me yell at a bunch of kids for you.”

“Uhm-” Katya starts, her voice pitched up in indignation. Trixie lifts their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses Katya’s knuckles, to apologise and to shut her up.

“Come on. They’re waiting for you.”

The bonfire is usually lit by whichever hyper-macho dad needs to wield the matches and soothe his ego, but this year they’ve asked Katya to do it. A crowd has formed all around the perimeter of the bonfire and a hush descends as Katya walks up to it. Trixie stays close by, keeping Dolly at her side with a short grip on the leash.

Katya holds both of her hands out and closes her eyes. By now, Trixie must have watched her do this hundreds of times. She always likes to make a show of lighting the fire in the hearth when they come home for the night, sometimes gesturing vaguely at it from across the room without even looking. One time she lit it from upstairs and startled Trixie, alone in the living room, so badly that she screamed out loud.

Just like last year, everyone is watching her. Trixie spots a few of the kids from Katya’s class having to be restrained by parents so they don’t charge at her. Katya’s murmuring something very softly to herself and then she gestures upwards suddenly and flames burst into life with a noise like a gunshot. The crowd erupts with cheers and scattered applause and Katya turns to find Trixie in the crowd. Her mouth is wide open with joy and it comes spilling out of her as she manoeuvres her way to Trixie’s side.

“Did you need to do all that incantation stuff?”

“Not at all,” she laughs. “Just wanted to put on a show. Come on baby, I owe you a powdered donut.”

Their progress over to the food stands is slow, because people keep stopping them to compliment their outfits or ask after the cafe or thank Katya for whatever little kindness she’s shown them lately. The air is already thick with the smell of woodsmoke and barbecue and Trixie feels woozy with pleasure, is grateful for Katya’s arm hooked through hers.

“Miss Zamo! Miss Zamo!”

A tiny voice stops them both in their tracks and they turn to see a little girl with dark hair hopping excitedly up and down on the spot. Dolly strains towards her and Trixie grips the leash a little tighter. She trusts Dolly completely; she doesn’t always trust little kids with her. Katya has crouched down to face the girl.

“Hi, Jessie. Happy Halloween, sweetie.”

“Look!” Jessie holds the tattered skirt of her dress in her hands and spreads it out away from herself, does a little curtsey. She’s wearing a crooked hat that matches Trixie’s pretty closely, and now that she’s looking properly Trixie sees that her face is green. “I’m you. I’m a witch!”

Katya laughs loudly and gives Jessie a high five. Her mother is catching up to them now, a bit out of breath, and she rests a hand at the top of her daughter’s shoulder. They chat for a little bit and Trixie wanders away. She’s content in the knowledge that Katya will come find her when she’s done.

Sure enough, two thin arms come around Trixie’s waist from behind while she’s in line at the donut stand. Katya’s lifted up on tiptoe — Trixie can feel how she lets her weight rest against her back — and she kisses the soft skin right in front of Trixie’s ear.

“Should we have a kid?” she says quietly. “No, probably not, right? Right?”

Trixie turns around to see her and accepts the whole length of her into a hug when she drops back to flat feet. Some of the ghoulish white foundation she caked on earlier is starting to come away at her jaw and around her nose and Trixie likes to see her pink skin peeking through.

“That would be super difficult for us,” Trixie says. The line is moving and she lets Katya nudge her backwards, trusts her not to crash them into anything. “I don’t know if we could do that.”

Katya tilts her head in consideration of that. At their feet, Dolly has given up waiting and lays down on the ground, rests her long head against her front paws. She makes a little braying noise of irritation and they both laugh. Katya cradles Trixie’s face in her hands. They’re so hot; later Trixie will ask Katya to warm her up and get to feel heat travelling all the way into her toes.

“I like our life,” Katya says, so sincerely that Trixie bursts into a fit of giggles she feels in the centre of her chest. “What? Don’t laugh at me.”

Trixie manages to stop laughing and leans in to kiss Katya’s cheek. “Sorry, babe. I’m not laughing at you. I like our life, too.”

The line starts moving again and Katya glances over Trixie’s shoulder, tips her head to gesture for her to step forward.

“We’re next, honey.”

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Stoppable Family Vacation - Ch. 5

Chapter 5 - Planning It Out

(October 5, 2018, 7:11pm, four weeks after the vacation announcement)

"Kids, your father and I are ready to take you two out to ice cream." Kim called out from upstairs.

She was wearing her Club Banana dark denim overalls over a sleeveless white cropped blouse that showed off a good bit of her cleavage. The overalls were a bit baggy, had a hole in the right kneecap, and also showed off the sides of her midriff. Both straps were hooked but the right clasp was moving up and down against the button. Gold hoop earrings, a statement gold necklace, a long silver chain necklace with a star on it, a silver locket Ron gave her for their fifth anniversary, a single bracelet, CB ladies watch, and two rings on both her fingers, including the wedding band, completed the jewelry department . She wore her hair in a ponytail and had purple eyeshadow, blush, makeup, red lipstick, and red fingernails. Simple white sneakers completed the outfit.

Ron came down from the master bedroom with Rufus on his shoulder. He was wearing a long-sleeved button-down dress shirt and baggy blue jeans that was showing off his pink heart boxers with a belt to hold them up. He completed this outfit with a simple gold chain R medallion and blue shoes.

"Really, Ron? With the bling and saggy pants?" Kim sighed.

"C'mon, KS! The kids really wanna see me getting down and all crunk!" Ron whined.

"The ice cream parlor that we're going to doesn't allow pants worn like that." Kim countered. "Plus, you're gonna set a bad example for Justin if he does that at school."

"Daddy, why do you wear your pants funny like that?" Justin asked.

"See, sport? It's a very long story, it all began..." Ron said before his wife cut him off.

"Ahem?! Ron, you can keep the medallion, but lose the sag!"

"Awww...man..." Ron groaned as he headed back to the master suite to adjust his pants.

"I wanna see Daddy perform in those clown pants!" Alexa replied.

"Believe me, Alexa." Kim replied to her daugher, "He has done that before with me...and it's not pretty."

The Stoppables then took the restored 1970 9-passenger Wombat Station Wagon to Butterbean's Ice Cream Parlor, which was about a short 15-minute drive from their house. There, they intended to plan their trip to South Dakota.

At their table, the Stoppable parents laid out a map of South Dakota. Rufus folded up the corner so that it was straight.

"So we're going to schedule it for the week of Thanksgiving!" Kim said while taking a bite of her vanilla ice cream, "That's what we all agreed on, right?" The right strap of her overalls was undone and dangling behind her back.

Ron nodded his head and added after eating a bite of his strawberry ice cream. "Now the issue becomes a) which attractions we're going to and b) how are going to travel there?"

Kim pointed on the map and replied. "We'll do the attractions in order from the western part of the state to the eastern. That way, we can cover more ground. Now, everyone in this family has agreed to two attractions per member. We also agreed on two attractions that the whole family can ejoy. Plus an attraction that me and your father agreed on for both kids and two additional romantic attractions that me and Ron can spend time with each other alone."

The other Stoppable family members nodded their heads in agreement as well.

"So how many is that?" Justin asked.

"Umm...I actually do not know." Ron replied. "KS? A little help here?"

"Ron, we'll get to that in a moment. But let us not forget to visit the Lipskys on Thursday for Thanksgiving and me shopping with Sheila and Monique on Friday followed by a Oh Boyz reunion concert as well."

"Wait...the Oh Boyz are reunited?" Ron questioned in complete surprise.

"Yes!" Kim replied, "The news broke on Flitter earlier this week! The Oh Boyz are doing a concert with Britina at the Denny Sanford Premier Center on Friday evening! I already bought three tickets for me, Sheila, and Monique!"

"Wait, Monique's going to be in South Dakota too?" Ron asked.

"Yes! Didn't Sheila tell you that she's going to invite her as well?" Kim countered back with a question of her own.

"I actually didn't open the email when we got home from work." Ron admitted.

"Since we are in charge, we get to go first." Ron replied.

"Which one? Mommy or Daddy?" Alexa chirped while finishing up her lemon ice cream.

"Your mom is the head of the household." Ron said, looking at his wife with a wide smile on her face. "She makes the first move."

Kim got her tablet out and scrolled down the list of attractions for the entire state.

"Now, we all agreed that Mt. Rushmore and Badlands National Park are the two attractions that this family will visit. For me, the attractions I chose to my own liking are the Wind Cave National Monument and Falls Park." Kim replied, selecting the attractions she would like to visit.

Ron then announced the attractions in South Dakota that he desired to visit, "And for me, I'm gonna go with the Center of the United States and the Corn Palace!"

"And cue the corn puns..." Kim sighed, rolling her eyes.

He then asked, "What did one ear of corn say to the other ear of corn? Don't look now. but I think someone is stalking us."

The kids laughed at the joke.

Ron then told another corn pun to his daughter.

"Hey, Alexa! What did the baby corn say to the mama corn? Where's pop corn?"

Alexa giggled with delight.

"Goody...that will be in my nightmares tonight..." Kim groaned, grabbing her head.

Taking a deep breath and regaining her composure, she then continued. "The attraction that both me and your father agreed on for you children is Storybook Island."

"And for Rufus?" Kim asked.

Rufus scurried on over to the tablet and scrolled down with his personal choice of vacation.

"He's got that covered already, KS!" Ron said with a smile.

"Cheese!" was what the naked mole rat squeaked. Rufus pointed to Cheese World in Sioux Falls.

"Good choice, Rufus!" Kim exclaimed, patting the mole rat on the head.

"Now...the interesting choices...the kids." Ron then added, focusing his attention on the two kids that they have.

He then looked at his son.

"Since Justin is the oldest of the two, I elect for him to go first."

Alexa had a grumpy look on her face. "No fair! I wanna go first!"

Justin stuck his tongue out and said, "Too bad that you're younger than me!"

Kim saw this and scolded him.

"Justin, how many times do I have to tell you not to stick your tongue out at your sister like that?"

"Sorry, Mommy..." Justin replied with sincerity.

"Now, Justin..." Kim said in a calm voice, "...which attractions would you like to visit in South Dakota?"

She scrolled the list in front of Justin. Without hesitation, he pointed to Bear Country USA and the 25th Annual Demolition Derby at the Fairgrounds in Sioux Falls.

"Oh boy...give him another appetite for destruction..." Kim sighed. She and Ron0 had seen their son destroy his toy cars with a brick.

"You know...he gets that from your side of the family." Ron quipped on the genetics.

"Sometimes, I curse the day the Tweebs were born in this world!" Kim grunted on the real reason that part of the Possible family flowed into Justin's blood.

And then turning to her daughter, Kim then asked her in a very cute voice.

"Now, Alexa, my little snugglebunny! What would Mommy like to take you on this trip?"

"The Children...muse-um!" Alexa squeaked with joy, pointing to the South Dakota Children's Museum. "And a dolly house!" She then selected the South Dakota Doll Museum in the capital city, Pierre.

"Ick..." was all Justin could muster, making a small gagging sound of disgust.

"Very good choices, Alexa!" Kim smiled, selecting the choices on her tablet. "We'll try and work them into the vacation schedule."

"What days are we going to be gone again?" Ron asked as he finished up his ice cream.

Kim said with a short sigh. "We're going to be gone from November 19th thru the 28th. That should give all of us enough time to visit South Dakota. Again, we have set aside days to visit the Badlands and Mt. Rushmore, not to mention the Lipskys Thanksgiving and Black Friday with my other girl pals!"

"Sounds like a perfect idea to me!" Ron agreed. "So are we ready to go back to the house?"

Kim gave a devilish smirk and replied, "Not just yet, Ron! Lemme go and use the little girls room first!"

"Go right ahead, KS!" Ron smiled.

Kim headed towards the women's restroom.

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Nickname/s: My mom calls me Lulu, some of my aunts and uncles call me Lu, a few people call me Lucie-lu and my dad calls me a lot of stuff, like “Lulabelle” and “Lulalinda”

Zodiac sign: Pisces, but I’m not very into astrology.

Height: 5′3″ (160 cm)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: “Mata Hari date of birth”. We had watched the movie (with Greta Garbo) and I wanted to know how old she actually would have been during WWI.

Fave music: I like a lot of stuff! I like 30s and 40s jazz/swing music, 60s soul, 50s pop, and some classic country.

Song stuck in my head: The other day I was listening to “You’re the Reason” by Arthur Alexander and it got stuck in my head.

What I follow: A lot of old Hollywood blogs, either blogs that only post old Hollywood or people like me who post other stuff too, my friends from real life (well now it’s just one person cause the other left Tumblr), and some history blogs like @yesterdaysprint

Followers: 3748

Do I get asks: Sometimes, and I’d love to get more!

Amount of sleep: 7-9 hours

Lucky numbers: 8

What I’m wearing: Dark jeans and an embroidered blouse I bought in Mexico.

 Dream job: Film historian, but my more realistic ambition is to be a therapist and work with kids.

Dream trip: Europe! I’ve never been and I really want to. A bit closer to home, I’d love to see new York! It’s a bit ridiculous because it’s actually pretty close to Montreal but I’ve never been.

Favorite food: I like Mexican and Italian food. 

Instruments: My main instrument is the alto saxophone, which I started playing in sec. 2 (8th grade). I also play the piano a bit and I’ve been pestering my dad to teach me how to play the ukulele.

Languages: My mother tongue is English, but I’m also fluent in French.

Favorite songs: here are a few faves

“Lover Please” by Arthur Alexander

“I Can’t Get Started” by Billie Holiday

“The Waiter and the Porter and the Upstairs Maid” by Bing Crosby

“Jolene” by Dolly Parton

“You’re Awful” by Frank Sinatra

“Nevertheless (I’m in Love With You)” by Fred Astaire

“Get Happy” by Judy Garland

“Troubled Waters” by Ivie Anderson

“The Lady is a Tramp” by Lena Horne

“That’s How I Got To Memphis” by Solomon Burke

Random fact: I don’t have any earlobes. It’s a weird quirk in my family. My mom doesn’t have any either.

Aesthetic: My main aesthetic is what I like to call “vintage teenager”. I wear  lots of full skirts, sailor shorts, jeans cuffed at the bottom, cardigans, peter-pan collar blouses, small prints (like polka dots or tiny flowers), pastel colors, sweaters that are a bit too big for me, ballet flats, tennis shoes, etc.

tagging: @celiabedelia @thevintagious @sinatraswooners @avasgal @garygrant @thatweirdvintagegirl @classic-flicks-chick @genelizatierney @her-man-friday @classicfilmgirl

[dclly]

     hello friends !! it’s ya gal moose (she/her, 21, cst) & i’m finally home from work bless!!! i’m just ur local…..run of the mill bug-loving canadian. this intro is gna be messa af but…it be like that sometimes. i am so very thirsty so pls if u wanna plot just hmu or like this and i’ll come to u! u can also catch me on d*scord @ bug lady 🦗#8530 if u prefer that!

     pls be advised that there are mentions of: trauma, sexual assault, ed, drug use & addiction below!

     #KRISTINE FROSETH | CISFEMALE | SHE/HER | BISEXUAL - DOROTHY LINDVIG is a TWENTY-ONE year old ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR that moved into apartment A2 a good TWO YEARS ago. the AQUARIUS has been in town for TWENTY-ONE YEARS overall and is well known around seattle ridge for being +VIVACIOUS +CLEVER, but has a reputation of being -ALOOF and -FACETIOUS. guess that’s why they call them the AMARANTH around these parts! (moose, 21, she/her, cst.)

ok so !!!! first thing’s first, she usually goes by the nickname dolly. but she doesn’t care too much abt what u call her u can call her fuckass and she’d just be like what’s up

she’s a town native !!! grew up in a shitty area w a kind of shitty family. parents were never around, always off on benders or just….generally bein shitty parents. dolly & her older brother had to learn how to take care of themselves when they were pretty young and they’ve always done just fine. they didn’t have a lot of money so dolly got pretty good at playing up the cute lil girl role and getting free stuff out of ppl

as much as she claims she relies only on herself, she also relies heavily on the kindness of strangers bc without them she definitely would have gone hungry for real

in order to stay away from her house as much as possible she would hang out at the skating rink as a kid & eventually after stealing a pair of skates from the lost & found she taught herself how to skate & eventually figure skate as well. she’s always wanted to go pro but…..obviously couldn’t afford the training or put in any of the effort required to go all the way.

her brother used to throw pretty big ragers in their place when their parents were gone so……she started drinking & doing drugs at a pretty young age & just generally hanging out with ppl who were much older than her & v bad influences.

trauma tw & sexual assault tw !! it was at one of these parties that she had a traumatic assault experience w one of her brother’s friends when she was a teenager. to this day, she still hasn’t told anyone about what happened. it happened on more than one occasion and her brother is still friends w this boy so she just…..does her best to avoid him & pretend that nothing ever happened bc she refuses to acknowledge her trauma

she was pretty popular in school but never rly felt like she had any true friends ??? none of her relationships were all that deep and she mostly just hung out with people to get free stuff LMAO and like rides places i guess

but she does have her lil group of friends that she truly cares abt and when she actually cares abt u…….she’s around for LIFE u cant get rid of her sorry

she got emancipated when she was 16 and has been living on her own ever since. at first she’d would just stay at friend’s houses and sleep on their couches, but that stopped when she finally got a job at the skating rink teaching kids how to skate & got a new place to live. she’s been chillin working there and living in the apartment building for a couple of years now

definitely has had……many sugar daddy-type relationships in the past bc she would much rather have money handed to her u know

that is…..a v brief outline of her life up until this point but imma talk a bit abt her personality now

she is…..very magnetic tbH. knows how to draw in a group and keep them interested

knows how to bat her eyelashes and flirt if it means she’ll get something out of it

she’s kind of mean, kind of not ??? she is v moody a lot of the time tbh like it’s either hit or miss with her. sometimes she’ll be in the mood to have a big long chat and in a split second she’ll be telling u to fuck off

likes to know everyone else’s drama but doesn’t like having drama of her own

kind of does her own thing ???? marches to the beat of her own drum. doesn’t rly follow any rules. she’s just out here

does most things out of spite. even if she doesn’t want to do something, if someone tells her she cant do something she’s gna do it no matter what

very animated and lively. the type to dance in the middle of the grocery store if a song she likes is playing

also the type to dance on tables at the club

doesn’t rly care what ppl think about her but…..does at the same time ??? if ur important to her she cares deeply abt ur opinion but if not……..she doesn’t give a FUCK

she always has to keep herself busy or else she’ll lose her mind :))))

will do…….literally anything to get something for free ??? doesn’t matter what it is or who u are. she can HATE u but…..she will still give u head behind the 7/11 for a free slurpee u know :/

i wouldn’t say she’s hypersexual but she is highly sexual thx to her trauma !!!

she is friendly yet distant at the same time so like……while she will happily talk to u and hang out with u and whatever she avoids deep conversation topics ig ??? she always finds a way to leave or change the subject when it gets serious or make a joke out of things bc she can’t………talk abt stuff ajsdfjkgdjgk

a very witty & clever girl. she’s v smart and would have done well in school had she had a slightly better life & didn’t have to worry abt whether or not she would starve

some extra tidbits abt her !!!

a good portion of her clothing is vintage/thrifted. she would describe her aesthetic as a 70s teenage boy’s wet dream. shoes are her fave & she’s always wearing some funky type of boot or platform shoe

just a real fashion bitch !!!!

catch her online shopping at almost any given moment

mental breakdown haircuts at 2am are her Mood

she loves going to cute lil vintage diners & drinkin a cherry coke 4 the aesthetic u know

can’t keep a relationship to save her life. will date someone and put herself FULLY into the relationship but…….will either get bored or cheat on them or put them up on a pedestal so it’s destined to fail after one lil mistake or do something to fuck it up 

she is a self-sabotager like that bc she doesn’t believe she’s deserving of love or any good things really :///

smokes too many cigarettes

drug use & addiction tw !! smokes a lot of weed as well. catch ya girl doing fat bong rips all day long. also does a lot of cocaine. has a coke addiction, in fact. also catch her running away to the bathroom for a bump 12 times a day. she rly just…..doesn’t like being sober, she tryna run away from shit

her fave colour is red

she has a cat named freddie who she adores more than anything else on the planet

likes to play poker & gamble

will literally try anything once

hates herself & is rotting inside!!!!!!!!!!!!

eating disorder tw !! another symptom from her trauma is the eating disorder she developed as a teen. food is…..one of her few things in life she can fully control so she controls it a Lot. 

just wants to have fun and forget abt how disgusting she feels on a daily basis & how much she hates herself :))))))))))

generally just………….a messy bitch

this is……a LOT. i don’t have a full wc page or anything atm but here are some lil connection ideas for her!!

friends !! ppl that don’t actually know her all that well but she pretends they do anyway

perhaps………………a best friend……….

exes !! ya girl puts her whole entire being into relationships even tho she runs away from them right after bc self sabotage ???? so she prob isn’t on good terms with any of her exes but……she’s my bi queen so this is open to anybody!!!! would prob b really angsty which is grand

a drug dealer perhaps??

party buddies, drinking buddies, w/e. bad influences. let them influence each other to be Worse

previous fwbs & hookups, that kinda thing, she prob has a lot

maybe someone she cheated on a partner with ??? for Drama

or like….someone who’s relationship she fucked up idk

maybe someone who has a crush on her or something & she’s like…….pls don’t what r u doing……..gotta Jet

a good influence??? someone please help her.

idK i want angst & cute fluffy stuff so just everything is good rly

tbh i will prob do an actual wc page at some point but here is what i have for now

this was a lot i am sorry. bless u for reading this far thank u. 

[ysxbel]

If Hamilton was modern in my imagination

(Everyone goes to the same school together)

-Alex works at a grocery with John and Alex will sometimes be in a bad mood and starts shouting at the customers while John will just keep him calm. Alex stays in an apartment with Eliza. His neighbor is Thomas and James. He is the treasurer of the school.

-John is a very calm dude. He has a crush on Alex. He is always the best employee of the month in the grocery. He stays with Gilbert and Herc in another apartment. He loves turtles and draws them a lot and has almost 10 turtles in his room.

-Gilbert (Lafayette) is very popular and everyone’s favorite French dude. He loves croissants and baguettes. He eats them every breakfast. He has a crush on Peggy, and he always gives her flowers. He stays in an apartment with Herc and John.

-Hercules is a big dude. He loves flowers and always accidentally smashes little kids... he works in a flower shop with Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy.

-Thomas lives in an apartment and always annoys Alex and jokes around him. He is the secretary of the Principal of the school, George Washington. He works with James at the bakery.

-James is the most sickly person in school. He is small and cute. He loves cream puffs and lives in an apartment where Thomas and Alex lives. He works at the bakery with Thomas and often steals all the cream puffs. His wife is Dolly, and she’s taller.

-Angelica is the most sassy girl in school. She is sooo overprotected with her sisters, if anyone messes with them, she will kick their butt off the school. She works with Eliza and Peggy together with Herc in the flower shop. Their customer will always be Gilbert and he gives the flowers to Peggy after her work. She and her sisters are so rich. She wears black and pink, she loves it.

-Eliza is the wife of Alex and works at the flower shop with her sisters and Herc. She is as sweet as cinnamon bun and everyone wants to be her friend. She always sticks with Angelica. She will always visit Alex at the grocery and buys him donuts at the bakery. She makes Peggy her assistant. She loves to wear expensive clothes everywhere but she never brags.

-Peggy has a crush on Gilbert. She works at the flower shop. She loves to do skateboarding and plays video games with Herc. She loves wearing yellow. She is rich but she looks average. She loves sneakers and rubber shoes. She always visits Gilbert’s apartment.

-Maria is not popular and always gets bullied and everyone hates her. She flirts with Alex. Her ex boyfriend, James Reynolds, also bullies her. She stays in a house with her daughter, but without her ex bf.

-George (Washington) is the Principal. He always calls Alex “son” and Alex goes red and shouts “I’m not your son!!!”. He is always annoyed when Alex and Thomas fights. He sleeps in his office 24/7. He forgets he has a house. He always gets roasted on Angelica, so he gives her detentions. He loves history and will always say “ history has its eyes on you so don’t do anything stupid or else...”.

-George (King George III) he is so rich. He is the richest in school. He always acts brave. He bullies George Washington. He is the same age as George so he can do whatever he want to him.He loves burgers even though he hates it (yeah I know, doesn’t make sense at all).

-Aaron is the most quiet student. He also talks a lot, but at the right time only. Alex never listens to him, they are frenemies. He has a crush on Angelica but she hates him, a lot. He almost killed a turtle and John got mad at him. He gets a lot of A+.

-Samuel is always shy. He stays with George (King George) all the time. He has a crush on Charles Lee. He is smart too, but gets Bs.

-Charles is a bully. He is not smart. He always talks bad about the Principal and gets detention together with Angelica. He King George’s sidekick same with Samuel. Everyone thinks he has a wierd hairstyle but Sam doesn’t.

[dcrothy]

hello friends !! it’s ya hoe moose (she/her) & i’m 21 and chillin over in the cst. i’m jazzed af to join this lovely group and rp with u all !! my gal dorothy here is a semi-new muse & i’m still working some stuff out with her but.....hopefully u like her anyway lmaooo. i would love love love to plot with u all so feel free to HMU or just LIKE THIS and i’ll come to you !! if you prefer to chat on discord just hmu on there instead, that’s chill with me. also bc i am such a.....pinterest hoe u can catch her board HERE !! more info abt her under the cut of course~

[ kristine froseth, cisfemale, she/her, 20 ] GINGER by THE FRONT BOTTOMS? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of DOROTHY LINDVIG. maybe because they’re VIVACIOUS but also ALOOF. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since AUGUST of 2016 in 410 and have 1 ROOMMATE. 

tw: trauma, eating disorder, drug use !!

ok so !!!! first thing’s first, she usually does by the nickname dolly. but she doesn’t care too much abt what u call her u can call her fuckass and she’d just be like what’s up

she’s a town native !!! grew up in a shitty area w a kind of shitty family. parents were never around, always off on benders or just....generally bein shitty parents. dolly & her older brother had to learn how to take care of themselves when they were pretty young and they’ve always done just fine. they didn’t have a lot of money so dolly got pretty good at playing up the cute lil girl role and getting free stuff out of ppl

as much as she claims she relies only on herself, she also relies heavily on the kindness of strangers bc without them she definitely would have gone hungry for real

in order to stay away from her house as much as possible she would hang out at the skating rink as a kid & eventually after stealing a pair of skates from the lost & found she taught herself how to skate & eventually figure skate as well. she’s always wanted to go pro but.....obviously couldn’t afford the training

her brother used to throw pretty big ragers in their place when their parents were gone so......she started drinking & doing drugs at a pretty young age & just generally hanging out with ppl who were much older than her & v bad influences.

trauma tw !! it was at one of these parties that she had a traumatic experience w one of her brother’s friends. she was 13 and she still hasn’t told anyone about what happened. it happened on more than one occasion and her brother is still friends w this boy so she just.....does her best to avoid him & pretend that nothing ever happened bc she refuses to acknowledge her trauma

she was pretty popular in school but never rly felt like she had any true friends ??? none of her relationships were all that deep and she mostly just hung out with people to get free stuff LMAO and like rides places i guess

but she does have her lil group of friends that she truly cares abt and when she actually cares abt u.......she’s around for LIFE u cant get rid of her sorry

she got emancipated when she was 16 and has been living on her own ever since. at first she’d would just stay at friend’s houses and sleep on their couches, but that stopped when she finally got a job at the skating rink teaching kids how to skate & got a new place to live. she’s been chillin working there and living in the apartment building for a couple of years now

despite the fact she has a job, a good portion of her income doesn’t even rly come from that ??? she has......a sugar daddy who finances most of her spending

that is.....a v brief outline of her life up until this point but imma talk a bit abt her personality now

she is.....very magnetic tbH. knows how to draw in a group and keep them interested

knows how to bat her eyelashes and flirt if it means she’ll get something out of it

she’s kind of mean, kind of not ??? she is v moody a lot of the time tbh like it’s either hit or miss with her. sometimes she’ll be in the mood to have a big long chat and in a split second she’ll be telling u to fuck off

likes to know everyone else’s drama but doesn’t like having drama of her own

kind of does her own thing ???? marches to the beat of her own drum. doesn’t rly follow any rules. she’s just out here

does most things out of spite. even if she doesn’t want to do something, if someone tells her she cant do something she’s gna do it no matter what

very animated and lively. the type to dance in the middle of the grocery store if a song she likes is playing

also the type to dance on tables at the club

doesn’t rly care what ppl think about her but.....does at the same time ??? if ur important to her she cares deeply abt ur opinion but if not........she doesn’t give a FUCK

makes homes out of people far too easily & it’s fucked her up!!!!!

she always has to keep herself busy or else she’ll lose her mind :))))

will do.......literally anything to get something for free ??? doesn’t matter what it is or who u are. she can HATE u but.....she will still blow u behind the 7/11 for a free slurpee u know

i wouldn’t say she’s hypersexual but she is highly sexual thx to her trauma !!!

she is friendly yet distant at the same time so like......while she will happily talk to u and hang out with u and whatever she avoids deep conversation topics ig ??? she always finds a way to leave or change the subject when it gets serious or make a joke out of things bc she can’t.........talk abt stuff ajsdfjkgdjgk

a very witty & clever girl. she’s v smart and would have done well in school had she had a slightly better life & didn’t have to worry abt whether or not she would starve

some extra tidbits abt her !!!

p much all of her clothing is vintage/thrifted. she likes to re-purpose old clothes and make them her own. but her aesthetic is v vintage. shoes are her fave & she’s always wearing some funky type of boot or platform shoe

just a real fashion bitch !!!!

catch her online shopping at almost any given moment

mental breakdown haircuts at 2am are her Mood

she loves going to cute lil vintage diners & drinkin a cherry coke. she....actually is lowkey addicted to pop 

can’t keep a relationship to save her life. will date someone and put herself FULLY into the relationship but.......will either get bored or cheat on them or put them up on a pedestal so it’s destined to fail after one lil mistake.

she is a self-sabotager like that bc she doesn’t believe she’s deserving of love or any good things really

smokes cigarettes

drug use tw !! smokes a lot of weed probably. also does a lot of cocaine. has a coke addiction, in fact

her fave colour is red

she has a cat named freddie who she adores more than anything else on the planet

likes to play poker & gamble

will literally try anything once

hates herself & is rotting inside!!!!!!!!!!!!

eating disorder tw !! another symptom from her trauma is the eating disorder she developed as a teen. food is.....one of her few things in life she can fully control so she controls it a Lot. she’ll go days without eating just to feel more in control & then often times after restricting a certain food for a v long time she’ll go on a massive binging and purging and it’s awful :////// 

just wants to have fun and forget abt how disgusting she feels on a daily basis & how much she hates herself :))))))))))

generally just.............a messy bitch

this is......a LOT. i don’t have a full wc page or anything yet but here r some ideas ig ???

friends !! ppl that don’t actually know her all that well but she pretends they do anyway

exes !! ya girl puts her whole entire being into relationships even tho she runs away from them right after bc self sabotage ???? so she prob isn’t on good terms with any of her exes but......she’s my bi queen so this is open to anybody!!!!

a drug dealer

party buddies

fwbs & hookups, that kinda thing

maybe someone she cheated on a partner with ??? for Drama

or like....someone who’s relationship she fucked up idk

maybe someone who has a crush on her or something & she’s like.......pls don’t what r u doing

someone she has a crush on & avoids them like the plague bc feelings are gross

a good influence

idK i want angst & cute fluffy stuff so just.........everything pls thank uuuu

and ofc.............the song connections i’ve sent to the main~

that was a LOT im sorry y’all but..........come plot w me pleaseeee :’)

[ldn-dahliamonroe-blog]

Name: Dahlia “Dolly” Monroe

Age: 23

Occupation: Piercer at Thrill Ink

Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia

Ethnicity: Ukrainian and Caucasian

Marital Status: Single

If there is one thing that my Daddy taught me it was that Good girls get praised and Bad girls get punished. Now, If I tell you that I am definitely not talking about my father, I bet you can guess that being a good girl has never been my thing. My Mother knew from the very beginning that she was in for hell when I was born.

��Sometimes I look at you and think you were a blessing from above. Then you open that foul mouth of yours and I realize you were tossed straight outta hell.”  - Elmira Monroe (My mother)

Satan’s child, she would call me whenever I managed to get myself into trouble. Not the typical trouble a child would get into. I got bored easily. Coloring on the walls, tying shoe laces together, neglecting to pick my toys up off the stairs so I could pretend to not be amused when someone tripped over them and toppled down the stairs. Little shit like that grew boring. So I got a little more creative. Daring.

There were the minor incidents - “accidentally” knocking things off the table, “forgetting” that hamsters had to be fed, tossing Tigger our cat down the stairs to see how many times he’d land on his feet. And then, there was the major incident - There was this annoying little asshole who lived down the street from us when I was 13, for the most part I tolerated his existence until one particularly wet day when it had been pouring the entire night before he came tearing by on his bike. This was a regular occurrence except this time that fucker went riding straight through a puddle just off the curb to the sidewalk I was standing on. I got drenched and then I got mad. Livid. I stomped off toward the house to go change, all the while listening to that jerk laughing like a goddamned hyena. I had almost made it inside when I saw it. The key to my revenge on the heckling shit for brains. A thick fallen branch lying across the walkway to my front door. It was perfect. I held it in my hands like a bat, wielding it like a weapon as I approached the sidewalk again. Shit for brains laughed when he saw me. “What are you gonna do? hit me? Go ahead. Try it.” and then he was riding on his bike again, back and forth, taunting me. I humored him at first, pretending I was trying to swing the branch at him purposely missing as he swerved away from me. When the time was right I thrust the stick in the spokes of his back tire and then watched the magic that followed. Laughed as he was thrown over his handlebars. Laughed at the loud crack when one of the bones in his arm snapped from the hard landing. Laughed even harder as he cried out in pain. To me, this was fucking hilarious. To my mother, this was the work of the devil.

“You’re just like your father, maybe you should go live with him. You two can be horrible hell creatures together, but I will not have that in my house. I will not be the mother to a child of Satan.” - Elmira Monroe

Up until that point in my life, I hadn’t ever known my father beyond a few emails and phone calls on birthday’s and Holidays. Now I was going to be shipped off to the United Kingdom to live with him. To tell the truth, I only milked it and acted like I was heart broken at my mother’s abandonment to make her feel bad. I was thrilled with the idea of going to some foreign land, to meet my father and learn more about the Ukrainian side of my family. Being raised by the superstitious woman that my mother was, I never blamed my father for leaving. I had just always wished he’d have waited until I had been born and had taken me with him.

The cool thing about my dad was that he thought the things my mother found to be terrifying to be hilarious. He laughed so hard when I told him about shit for brains that I thought he might have pissed himself. He became my biggest fan and my best friend. Never an overbearing parental figure, he encouraged my behavior that others frowned upon. I just wish I’d have had him in my life for longer than 4 years. My father shared my love for chaos, always creating havoc wherever he went. Sometimes I was lucky enough to come along for the ride just to sit back and watch the master at work. Swindling his way through each and every town we were in. Charming the pants off of anyone he came into contact with. The one time I decided I was going to sit out on one of his adventures was the one that got him killed. I don’t want to get into that. But I’ll tell you it was the worst fucking day of my life.

I knew right away that I wanted to follow in his footsteps, I wanted to be as great as my father was. I wanted to have that no fucks given attitude with such an ease. I wanted to be just like him. My father was my Idol and I quickly realized that I didn’t need to try to be anything like him because I already was just like him. Even then, I felt like I was missing something. Like my life wasn’t and never would be complete without my dad. I guess this is what they’d say was when the “Daddy issues” began. I’d look for men with traits like my father, traits like myself. Cunning, manipulative, egotistical, vain, determined, impulsive yet strategical. He didn’t have to be all those things, just a few and attractive or at least wealthy. I’d milk them for what they were worth, getting whatever I’d want from them. They’d become my “Daddy”’s. They grew boring. The next quicker than the last. Mundane and bland. I’d toss them aside and move on to the next.

That’s what led me to London, not so much the search for the next man that would never live up to my expectations, but more so boredom. I was looking for a thrill. Something to keep me entertained, even if only for a little while. Thrill Ink if the name wasn’t a sign that I had wandered to the right place then I don’t know what else it could have been. I had wandered into get my first tattoo, maybe a piercing or two. The men working there were like walking works of art. The stunning blonde behind the counter greeted me instantly, she was sweet, but you could almost see behind those round blue eyes of hers that she had a little darkness in her. I liked that.

The door behind me chimed signaling the arrival of another customer or maybe even another employee. I had begun to ask her about the help wanted sign in the window when I felt it. Maybe it’s cliche to say that you can sense someone’s soul, but I swear I could. My own tarnished and tainted soul inside of me was crying out for me to turn around. Telling me that I needed to at least bless it with a glance in the direction of the energy that called to me. So, I did and in that moment I thanked whatever higher being, or maybe lower being, that was watching out for me. There he was. My next Daddy.

[renfys]

Fifteen Months Old: Walking, Talking and Post-Nap Terrors

Me and my sick croc.

Snappy is now fifteen months old – which isn’t one of those ‘numbers’ – like six months, eighteen months, eighteen years. According to the Government fifteen months is the time for a full checkup. Our health visitor has been working in this area for almost twenty years – she was my sister’s health visitor. She’s most people’s health visitor and she’s a pretty good one too.

Snappy was asleep through most of the visit though, because he had the dreaded Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. The fifteen month check up is all about observing him. All Carol really observed him do for the first half of the visit was sleep. He’d only had about an hours sleep the night before so we were all pretty wiped. I was still wearing my pyjamas.

Though it’s not the first time.

Milestones

Sometimes we used the cow.

Snappy is pretty much meeting his milestones. He’s growing, he’s able to feed himself and hold a spoon. He can hold a crayon though he’s not big on drawing (at least not on card). He likes to stack things, knock them over and stack them up again. He very much likes to put things in other things. Like blocks or bits of toast into my tea…

He’s actually very dextrous, always has been. When it comes to holding and using smaller items and finer motor-coordination he’s been way ahead for some time. Bigger movements like crawling and walking came a little slower to him. He’s been able to feed himself for some time and every day he does so he makes less mess.

He did until he started using a dinosaur instead of cutlery at least.

He’s started clapping and waving too. Though he usually waves about a minute after a person has left but he’s working on it. He also incorporates waving into his dancing.

Walking

While he wasn’t walking in August like his cousins, he is running now. Well, toddling at speed. He doesn’t bother with his walker anymore, doesn’t hold onto anything. He’s off and nothing can stop him except for his own balance and slipping in the water he’s spilt on the laminate flooring.

Or cats. Cats stop him.

He even has shoes now. We weren’t planning on getting any until next year because he didn’t seem to be learning to walk very quickly but he’s surprised us. What else surprised us was having some shoes in the attic. Shoes he knows are his and can put on himself.

Shoes he can put bananas in, forget about, then get upset when he put his shoe on and had mummy scoop out mushed up banana…

Talking

With his older cousins.

He babbles non-stop and has done since he was about eight months old. He also sings to himself a lot, shouts act things (cats, flies, his willy) and had ‘words’ that we understand. However, he used to say more words.At this age, they’re supposed to be saying 2-6 words. When he was twelve months he was copying more words than he says now, and saying, mum. Now he’s not copying but saying a word now and then.

  At least, he was on the Monday Carol came to see him. Mostly he said ‘puba’ which is his dolly Peebles and ‘Ble‘ which is Welsh for where. He’s also working towards saying ‘Podge’ too – which is our name for me. However since Carol left he’s started saying the cat’s names again, he can say ‘dwr’ (Welsh for water) and said ‘gentle’ to my wife. Instead of hitting her. Which was a double win.

He’s also saying ‘Be‘, which is short of ‘beth‘ which is Welsh for what.

Behaviour

He’s generally a happy little croc wrapped up in a grumpy toddler.

So normal.

His Halloween costume

He’s not as clingy as he used to be, but he still struggles a lot with it. He has started a few things that Carol says is for attention. He bangs his head against things – the wall, the headboard, his highchair – and he’s started hitting us. Both in anger and when he thinks it’s funny. Personally, I don’t think it’s for attention because when we aren’t looking at him he does other things.

  The hitting when he’s angry is obvious. Though sometimes I do think he hits us and bangs his head against things because he thinks it’s funny. And he does like a good laugh…apparently.

He also has a social laugh. His real laugh is high and quick and classic baby laugh. His social laugh is a little lower and slower, and always on a delay. When we’re laughing at something he doesn’t understand he’ll laugh his social laugh. If we do something for him that he doesn’t think is funny, he’ll offer us his social laugh.

Basically, he’s already more socially capable than both his mummies.

Post-Nap Terrors

He sleeps really well. Okay so before he got hand, foot and mouth he slept really well. Went down between half six and seven, slept through the night, wakes up at sevenish. Naps most days if he doesn’t he sits in his cot and talks to himself.

This past week he’s not been so good but we’re trying to get him back into his routine. Right now he wakes up in the night and is a bugger to get back to sleep.

He also suffers from post-nap terrors.

If he doesn’t wake up on his own accord, or even sometimes when he does, he becomes hysterical.

Not just really upset but it’s okay a cuddle will calm him down but screaming, shouting, throwing-up hysterical. He will throw himself around like he’s having a tantrum but with no real purpose. He is inconsolable and there is nothing that can comfort him. Bethend has found the only thing that will calm him down is to put him in his pushchair and take him out for a walk.

Carol wonders how awake he is when he has these episodes and I myself wonder that too. Perhaps the fresh air wakes him up fully. I’ve suffered from night terrors myself a couple of times and terrible nightmares, I can get pretty scared and upset but as an adult and with some comfort I can parcel out the reality from the nightmare.

Must be much harder to do when you’re only fifteen months old and you don’t understand 90% of the world anyway.

This happens twice a week or so. I hadn’t realised how regular it was; but then I’m rarely home for naptime. But they’re not getting better and we have a way to deal with them so Carol isn’t too concerned yet.

It’s scary in the moment though. Especially when he makes himself sick.

Teeth

Look at that tooth!

My only concern actually (aside from the post-nap terrors) are his teeth. He only has two and they grew a month apart and the second one still hasn’t come all the way through. At fifteen months most kids I meet have a lot more teeth and have had them for a while.

Not Snappy though, my little croc only has the two. Not that he doesn’t make full use of them! Luckily he’s learnt to kiss without trying to take your whole face off or sucking on your chin.

Unfortunately, he’s decided that biting my toes is a brilliant activity. I think he spends too much time with the cats.

However a trip to the dentist is all he needs, even if it’s juts to hear a dentist say that he’s fine. We’ve started teaching him to brush his teeth, mostly he watches bethend brush hers while chewing on a minty toothbrush. He’s only got two teeth though so this is sufficient.

Consistently Consistent

Snappy is small for his age, but consistently so. He’s perfectly on the ninth percentile at every check up for weight and height. As long as he continues to grow as he does, it doesn’t matter that he’s a little croc. His feet are definitely growing!

The thing I’ve found with kids – with having one and being around them – is you never know what’s coming. One day he licked the bus. Another day he fell asleep in my arms like he was four months old again. He can walk around the village but won’t let me change his nappy. He learnt the world dwr and now charges around the house chanting it while holding onto a cup of ‘llaeth’ (milk)

So whatever happens, it happens.

The plan is to start some early potty training and more work with his drawing. To get him back on a decent sleep schedule and to carry on being a happy little croc. That’s all I want. At fifteen months or at fifteen years.

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Questions 1-99.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?Heaven - PVRIS, What's Wrong - PVRIS, Walk Alone - PVRIS, Winter - PVRIS, I Like Me Better - Lauv, Now or Never - Halsey2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?The lead singer of PVRIS, probably. I'll be seeing her in February, but not technically meeting her. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.I don't have a book near me at all, haha4: What do you think about most?"Where the hell is my cat?"5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?"I'm home" This was literally 2 days ago HHAHAHA6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?With7: What’s your strangest talent?I honestly have no idea. I'm not that good at strange things haha8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)Girls are pretty; Boys are icky.9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?Nope.10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?I honestly don't know haha.11: Do you have any strange phobias?GRASSHOPPERS 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?Hah, funny story, a rock once. Got a bloody nose because it was stuck and had to go to the doctor to get it removed.13: What’s your religion?I don't really follow any religion.14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Coming inside.15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Wayy behind it.16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?PVRIS, hands down.17: What was the last lie you told?I'm going to vacuum today.18: Do you believe in karma?Sometimes, I guess.19: What does your URL mean?When I used to self harm, I would tell people that it was just a scratch from the cat, but that was a lie. It was not the cat.20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?Greatest weakness is probably saying no to people. Greatest strength is being lazy. 21: Who is your celebrity crush?Demi Lovato and Lynn Gunn22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?Nope. 23: How do you vent your anger?I just get in my own little bubble and just get angry at everything or shut everyone out. 24: Do you have a collection of anything?Rocks and shot glasses from my travels.25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Chatting online. Not necessarily video chatting, just like messaging. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?\I'm a lot happier with myself than I used to be. But I have a long way to go before I'm completely happy with myself. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?I hate hearing people chew and swallow. I love Jasper's purring. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?"What if I never started cutting?" 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Ghosts- YES, Aliens - no.30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.Right arm - coffee cup. Left arm - wall. 31: Smell the air. What do you smell?It just smells like the air? I kinda smell the coffee next to me. 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?South Side, St Joe.33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?East Coast34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?Tim McGraw. 35: To you, what is the meaning of life?Just to be freaking happy.36: Define Art.I don't even know. 37: Do you believe in luck?Mmm, sometimes?38: What’s the weather like right now?It's fall, cold and windy, but like perfect. 39: What time is it?1:33 pm40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?Yes, I drive. I've never like gotten into a wreck, but I've hit 3 deer...41: What was the last book you read?My textbook for my Psych of Communications class. Hah, we read it cover to cover. 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?I don't hate it, but it's not my favorite. 43: Do you have any nicknames?Mac.44: What was the last film you saw?How The Grinch Stole Christmas while I was babysitting.45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?I have a lot of problems with my back and hips. I wouldn't really think of it as an injury because it wasn't caused by anything in particular, but it is definitely something that hurts like a mf.46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?Yeah.47: Do you have any obsessions right now?My cat. 48: What’s your sexual orientation?GAYYYY49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?Yeah that I was a lesbian back in middle school. I didn't know I was a lesbian then, but ayyy.50: Do you believe in magic?I really don't know for sure. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Yeah, but like I'm not like absolutely horrible toward them. I just don't forget what they did to me. 52: What is your astrological sign?Libra53: Do you save money or spend it?Both.54: What’s the last thing you purchased?Blockus.55: Love or lust?Love!56: In a relationship?YES :)57: How many relationships have you had?Serious relationships? 2. Stupid middle school relationships? like 4.58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?Yeah.59: Where were you yesterday?I just stayed at the apartment all day. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?A headband, tweezers, and my backpack.61: Are you wearing socks right now?Nope.62: What’s your favourite animal?Currently, giraffe.63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?HAHAHA my what to what64: Where is your best friend?Sitting right next to me :)65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.secrets-written-in-my-skin, h--e--r--o--i--n--a, lesbian-and-lesbian-, take-a-look-to-my-life, sheekeepsmewarm66: What is your heritage?Uhh, American?67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Allie and I were playing games.We were probably playing Snakes and Ladders.68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?wut.69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?Hell yeah.70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?Yeah, honestly I would like to have me as a friend. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?I would try to help the dog, but also call someone to help and then explain to my boss what happened. If it was my boss I have right now, she'd be understanding. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?Oh yikes. I would probably tell people it was happening. I would definitely travel with whatever money I had left and I would be absolutely terrified. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.Love. 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?Don't Be So Hard On Yourself - Jess Glynne75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?I would prefer not to put that out there. 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?You should probably like, love the person. But also being able to be yourself around them. And being able to silently sit in the same room, doing separate things, and still enjoying it and not finding it awkward. 77: How can I win your heart?Bring me food.78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?It can, but for me it just brings anxiety. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?To start talking to Allie off anon. 80: What size shoes do you wear?Anywhere from a 7.5-8.5. It depends on the brand/shoe. 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?Just the normal thing, birth date, death date, and like "daughter, wife, mother, etc"82: What is your favourite word?Probably fuck or shit?83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.Love.84: What is a saying you say a lot?"I love him" (I say "him" funny and I say it about my cat.) or "Listen, Linda".85: What’s the last song you listened to?Jolene - Dolly Parton.86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?Currently, purple and turquoise/teal.87: What is your current desktop picture?A colorful space thing I designed on a website.88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?My old manager. He was such a dick. He made me hate my job so much that I would get insanely anxious before going in and then I'd call in. 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Uhmm... I don't really know. 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?Freak the fuck out, scream, wake up Allie, grab my cat, and leave. 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?Oooh, umm to see the future?92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?The first time I met Allie in person.93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?The part of my life that I never talk about.94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?They are all way out of my league. 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?Ireland.96: Do you have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of.97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?Probably when I was little, but not that I know of. 98: Ever been on a plane?Yes! 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?"uhh..."

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Cuffed

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17876879

Square filled: Public Sex

Ship: Dean x OFC

Rating: E

Tags: graphic sex, swearing

Word count: 1310

Summary:  Dean is a kinky motherfucker and Rhea has handcuffs that she purloined from a cop

For @spnkinkbingo @idreamofplaid

‘You have the right to remain silent.’

Rhea gasped sharply as she was shoved none too gently against the wall of the empty alleyway beside the town’s only 7-11. The late afternoon sun cast fingers of buttery light along the ground, stopping just short of her wonderfully impractical dolly shoes.

She fucking hated it when she had to wear heels for a case.

‘When have I ever exercised that right?’ She grinned against the brick as she felt the cuffs tighten on her wrists and a solid presence press against her back.

‘I suggest you do as you’re told, darlin’.’ A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that Dean was smirking like a fiend, pupils blown wide with lust as he glanced down at the short skirt she’d also donned that morning. ‘Wouldn’t want anyone coming to investigate, would we?’

‘Cocky bastard.’ Her breath caught as Dean pressed a knee between her legs, nudging them further apart to give him more access to where his hand was already skimming the outside of thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her skirt but not nearly close enough to where she needed him.

They’d done kinky shit before, but they’d never taken it outside of the bunker. Except for in the Impala, of course.

She didn’t want to think too hard about where Dean had gotten the cop uniform from, but it surely couldn’t be worse than where she’d acquired the hand-cuffs. Pick-pocketing a police officer was probably doubly illegal, but in her defence, he had been a Right Douche.

She knew that things would get real awkward, real fast if anyone were to glance down the alleyway but it was far too difficult to concentrate on that line of thought as Dean lowered his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck, his voice a dark rumble that had heat pooling in her core. The metal cuffs bit into her wrists from where they were bound behind her back, the elder Winchester using the leverage to force her harder against the wall.

His calloused fingers skimmed further up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up until…

‘No panties, huh?’ Dean let out a low whistle as he rucked the pleated material over her hips, giving him what she knew was a glorious view of her ass. ‘I knew you weren’t exactly one of the god-squad, Ree, but this… Risky. But then again, we wouldn’t be here unless that sorta thing got you off, would we?’

Rhea smiled over her shoulder; a wicked, hell-raising grin that promised ten kinds of trouble. She knew exactly what it did to her boyfriend.

‘I’d say you have the right to a lawyer – but there’s no way I’d share you with Sammy.’ And then his mouth was on her neck once more as he pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the soft skin just below her ear. His grip on her thighs disappeared as he worked his belt.

Dean didn’t bother to remove any of his clothing, only opening his trousers enough to free his cock. She groaned none-to-quietly as he ground the hard length against her ass. The bastard was taking his time, increasing the risk with every passing minute.

And she’d be damned if that didn’t only make her wetter, made her press back against the solid presence behind her.

‘I’m starting to think you’re all talk, Officer Winchester.’ Her voice was a rasp – breathy in a way that she’d never let herself sound in front of anyone else.

‘Careful, sweetheart.’ Dean used one hand to take her hip in a bruising grip as the other guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her clit until she had to bite down her lip. Hard. ‘Or I’ll take you back to the station rather than dealing with you here.’

Rhea pulled against the cuffs; half playing along and half desperate for him to be inside her. But as well as Dean is playing his role as the bad cop, his voice lacks the hard edge that it sometimes takes on when he’s truly about to dominate her. She doesn’t dare disobey then, not when the dark undercurrent runs beneath his words; when he’s jealous or pissy or when she’s deliberately pushed him to that particular, delicious breaking point.

He’s playful now – cocky and teasing and just as horny as she is so she tries her luck. Without warning, she pushes her hips back, taking his entire length in one smooth thrust. The sudden stretch makes her gasp but its worth it as she hears Dean’s low groan. The elder Winchester forgets their game for a second, resting his head against the back of her neck as he tries to regain his composure.

‘That’s a punishable offence, darlin’.’ Dean twists the hair of her ponytail around his hand, using the leverage to draw her head back. The other comes down hard on her ass, making her jump and hiss between her teeth.

‘Punish me then.’

A growl rumbles through his chest as he begins a demanding pace – the sound of skin against skin loud in the empty alleyway. All it would take was one person glancing their way as they walked past to end their risky little game. The thought made her grin against the wall, relishing the sting as Dean spanked her again and the scrape of the brick against her shoulder. She’d always liked a little pain with her pleasure.

It quickly becomes a race; both of them chasing their release, the mounting chance of getting caught only pushing them faster towards the glimmering edge. Ever the gentleman, Dean had released her grip on her hip to roughly circle the bundle of nerves between her legs. There’s not much else she can do from her current position besides bounce on his cock, but Dean doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Dean comes before she does, and she can tell from his muffled groan that his lip is clamped between his teeth. The elder Winchester is usually loud when he fucks – only their proximity to the general public reining in his usual, wonderful sounds.

He continues to work his dexterous fingers at the apex of her thighs, pulling her hair harder until she shatters with a keening moan. Her legs tremble as bliss rolls through her, threatening to drop her to the concrete until Dean catches her with one arm around her waist.

‘Well that was fun.’ His breath tickles the shell of her ear. ‘But you’re free to go, ma’am.’

Rhea chuckles as she lets the cuffs clatter to the ground, deftly picking the locks now that the game is over.

‘That’s a poor idea, Officer. I’m definitely guilty as charged.’ Dean just rolls his eyes, brushing a kiss over her forehead and gently massaging the red track marks that the cuffs left behind. ‘How about we pick up some tacos and head back to the motel? Sam will be wondering why speaking to the locals took so long.’

‘Awesome.’

                                                                    ****

 ‘Where the hell have you two been?’ Sam glanced up from his laptop as she and Dean entered the motel room, arms laden with takeout and beer. For the boys at least, Rhea refused to drink the stuff, instead preferring ‘that girly, fruity cider shit’ as Dean so eloquently put it.

‘Ran into some trouble with the law.’ Dean grunted as he dropped the bags onto the table, heedless of his brother’s stacks of research.

‘What? Dean we’re supposed to be keeping a low-‘

‘Don’t worry.’ Rhea cut across with a smirk. ‘We worked something out.’

The younger Winchester raised his eyebrows as he glanced between the pair of them, then promptly decided that he didn’t need to know.

‘Pass the beer.’